November starlings blacken hedges, strip scarlet berries, dip in sedges, weave through layers of stubble and thistle, a whirring cloud of clockwork birds. A sudden burst of warble and whistle lodges like stone in my arid throat and leaves me scrabbling for words. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads […]
Day: November 2, 2017
Modigliani Moods
Pavement cafés scatter cobbles of Montmartre. Whores step over ditches, become painted queens. He flings his cape, adjusts his scarf, picks his way through muddy lanes and creaking, swaying studios of the Bateau Lavoir – and dreams of dancing naked with sloe-eyed models under stars. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My second response to Thotpurge’s […]
Dawn’s Left Hand
dawn’s fingers of light reminding late night lovers a new day’s arrived Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1296 Dawn’s Left Hand This November, we are exploring The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam and today’s episode is called ‘dawn’s left hand’, from the 2nd quatrain of The Rubaiyat: Dreaming when Dawn’s Left Hand […]
Bowl of Night
a bowl full of stars shattered by sunlight arrows sparking a new day Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1295 Bowl of Night A new CDHK month has begun and this month is entitled ‘Rubaiyat, Another Way’. It is all about The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam, the Persian poet and scholar. ‘Rubaiyat’ […]
As the Sun Rises
every leaf shimmers sun rays stitch a bold patchwork golden and scarlet Kim M. Russell, 2017 My eighteenth response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
writing in north norfolk 