Charred doors bulge with damp, dreams and ideas, accumulated years, dust and grime of dead inhabitants, the keys mislaid in council drawers, long forgotten. Bereft of residents, the condemned building shifts and sighs, and prepares for bulldozers and wrecking balls – no need for locks now. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden […]
Month: November 2017
The Vessel
it is not empty clay, chips and cracks together traces of river Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Wikipedia My response to Carpe Diem #1307 The Vessel Today’s quatrain from the Rubaiyat is the sequel to the previous one: I think the Vessel, that with fugitive Articulation answered, once did live, And merry-make; and […]
Baring your Soul
Sand is resistant to your feet and teases tight muscles in your thighs. You brave the boisterous breeze buffeting distinctive scents of salt and life. Through a pall of blue spray the sun burns bronze, then vanishes altogether; you close your eyes on the drab despair of weather. Screaming gulls spill into the sea and […]
Dragonfly Reflections
the surface of the river reflects metallic flashes of neon blue and green wings whir and flash soundlessly a dragonfly hovers then shimmers its way upstream Kim M, Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Bits of Inspiration ~ Dragonfly Susie tells us today about her inspirational daughter, Carrie, who is Artist […]
Secret Well
blue flowers trickle in a dried-up riverbed secret well of life Kim M. Russell My response to Carpe Diem #1306 The Secret Well of Life Today’s episode is called ‘The Secret Well of Life’. Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn My Lip the secret Well of Life to learn: And Lip to Lip […]
No Key
beyond the locked door secrets of the universe curiosity Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1305 No Key In this new episode of our Rubaiyat Haiku Kai, we have reached Quatrain XXXII, the sequel to yesterday’s quatrain, which Chèvrefeuille has called ‘No Key’. There was a Door to which I found no […]
Air Taxi
Oh for a taxi that doesn’t bump and jolt, brake sharply at traffic lights, speed off into a rainy night leaving me behind. Balloons would be nice, of various colours and sizes, to make the journey smooth and a driver whose opinions are few and far between, so I can enjoy the airiness and comfort […]
The Seventh Gate
rising at the gate winter sun spreads little warmth sharing its wisdom Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1304 The Seventh Gate Chèvrefeuille tells us that, as he was reading the Rubaiyat, there were several quatrains he didn’t understand, which sounded magical and mysterious. Today’s Quatrain XXXI is such a quatrain: […]
Art
coloured and textured layered with ideas and words an artistic soul Kim M. Russell, 2017 My thirtieth response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
Owl Encounter
We were driving across the flat North Norfolk landscape after a visit to my father-in-law, dark beet fields stretching out on both sides of the road and no other vehicles to be seen. It was dusk, the clouds were low and the car’s heater couldn’t shake the chill in the air. Light was fading fast. […]
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