Squared Tan Renga #1 three raindrops a greeting card from heaven… midsummer heat (Issa) three slowly trickling teardrops wishing you were here with me wishes and feathers falling from the clearest sky colour of your eyes blurring with raindrops and tears start of a summer rainstorm Squared Tan Renga #2 flying away following the rainbow […]
Month: September 2017
My Dearest Book
I wrote you a love poem but I can’t remember how I found you: you were simply there, when the day before you were not. Your black and white circus of dreams was marvellously prefabricated and you easily enchanted me into your circular paths, drew me to your bonfire’s heat. Your acrobats and fortune-tellers thrilled, […]
Spellbound
Spell- bound by northern lights, I sigh like a whale stranded in the middle of a solar storm, muddled by Earth’s magnetic field. Separated for so long from the human pod, I (circum) navigate (relation) ships, until I flounder in shallow water, listening for my next breath. Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
Cloud Horse
break in cumulus cloud-horse whinnies silver light reining the weather Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt – Fading #writephoto
Book of Words
My note book is a testament to bitten nails, ragged and rent, and heretic bleed of cuticles not neatly trimmed and beautiful but ripped, picked and gnawed while searching for the perfect word, the one that shines with serendipity, arriving as an epiphany and written down to be used in stories, poems and reviews. Kim […]
Bluebell Dreams
dreaming of bluebells chimeless campanology in carpets of sky Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1251 Bluebells at sunset (by Inguna Plume) Today’s image is entitled “bluebells at sunset” by Inguna Plume.
Magic
is the changing face of nature as summer slowly cedes to autumn: flocks of birds morph in a washed-out sky, kaleidoscopic shapes in preparation for arduous flights and winter migration; hedges drip with blood-red berries, green foliage metamorphoses into shades of amber, gold and rust, and that first leaf lands in grass and dust. Kim […]
Colourfall
trees blaze gold and red in just a blink of an eye all the colours fall Kim M. Russell My response to Carpe Diem #1250 Autumn Colors Chèvrefeuille is celebrating the 1250th regular CDHK prompt in a month when we are exploring the limits of our imagination. Today he has shared another image from Tumblr, […]
Despair
unable to see trusty wood among the trees depths of despair Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1249 despair
Komorebi
When I think back to my childhood, I see the beginning of September filtered through horse chestnut leaves, a precious time before the first day back at school in shiny new shoes, with a new satchel, pencil case and, if I was lucky, a fountain pen. In those days, autumn had already arrived with a […]
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