I have never stood at the foot of a mountain and looked up at it, not even when I lived in Ireland. The nearest I got to one was the Hill of Tara, from where I could see pretty much the whole of County Meath. But I have looked down from an aeroplane and marvelled at cloud-shrouded peaks, veins of rivers and snow-clad mountainsides. I wanted to reach out and touch them.
orange eyes blazing
eagle owl haunts snow-bound peaks
pursuing shadows
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to Carpe Diem #1403 Mountains (kikôbun)
Today our prompt is ‘mountains’ and the challenge is to create a kikôbun, which is structured somewhat like a haibun, a passage of prose with at least one short poem (haiku or tanka). It features landscape and nature, and interaction between writer and the landscape. The key specification is that a kikôbun involves movement of the writer, in that it is a short travel diary. The haiku should not repeat what is in the prose, and should not attempt to ′globalise’ the prose like a conclusion.
Such Sweet scenes. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Thanks Dorna!
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #15: Kim Russell’s latest #haibun for Carpe Diem!
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Thank you so much, Frank!
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My pleasure, Kim!
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Chapeau! A well written kikobun.
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Thank you, Kristjaan. I wasn’t sure if I’d written a kikobun or a haiku with this one.
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Your opening line has been on my mind for a few days. There is a sadness I feel. Nice kikôbun.
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Thank you, Hamish.
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