red poppies linger promise of oblivion or red remembrance Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1233 Seed of Wisdom I’ve just returned to the Rubaiyat after being ill for a few days and we have leapt to Quatrain XXVIII. Today’s episode is called ‘seed of wisdom’. With them the seed of Wisdom […]
Month: November 2017
Bird Sky
disturbed flock of birds takes wing, wheeling and turning, pouring from the sky Kim M. Russell, 2017 My twenty-ninth response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
Helvetia’s Ribs
Celtic sand-scumbled Helvetia’s ribs, half-emerged, reach for the sunlight; nibbled by Atlantic waves, disappearing day by day. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My twenty-eighth response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful A sight I would like to see before the waves eat her away: the remains of the Helvetia, shipwrecked near Rhosili on […]
Winter Percussion
showers of hailstones beating tattoos on windows drumming in winter Kim M. Russell, 2017 My twenty-seventh response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
Last Colours of Autumn
weak sun filters through unfolds dull skirts of winter faded foliage Kim M. Russell, 2017 My twenty-sixth response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
West Wind
A cold west wind drives waves against the northern shore; a cold west wind, releasing whorls of stinging sand, bends glinting leaves with winter hoar across the lake where small boats moor – a cold west wind. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Fussy Little Forms: Rondelet I’m back […]
The Collector – a poem in Visual Verse
While I’ve been off-line due to illness, another of my poems has been included in the November issue, Vol. 5, Chapter 1 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem on page 30 or you can link directly to the poem, entitled ‘The Collector’.
Intoxication
grape blood fills the cup numbing the soul to sorrow until tomorrow Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1232 past regrets and future fears Today we are working with a quatrain in which one of the themes of The Rubaiyat recurs: wine and the drinking of wine.
Ode to a Stranded Whale
You beach your beautyon the back of geo-magnetic storms. Spellbinding as pulsating northern lights,you offered songs to the nightbut were drawn by siren stars, lured off course and hurledthrough waves of coronal mass ejection,fought hard to correct your navigation. You collided with the shoreand now you lie, exposedto the cosmos, foamy flukes glinting in starlight,your […]
River’s Lip
on the riverbank memories of lovers past echoes of kisses Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1301 River’s Lip Yesterday Chèvrefeuille gave us ‘The Rose’, which I thought was quatrain XX1V of the Rubaiyat, but which he has numbered XVIII. He also promised today”s quatrain that makes ‘The Rose’ complete.
writing in north norfolk 