moan and squeal boom and sigh gentle slap and tickle admonishing crash and sibilating spray rolling up the horizon and laying it out again Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Waiting for… Izy’s here to kick off week two. She says that although her prompt, at face value, […]
Month: April 2018
Scent of Home
a warrior dreams mountain path leading homeward scent of plum blossom Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s Crossroads #5 scent of plum blossoms In a new episode of the CD ‘fusion’ feature, Crossroads, our challenge is to create a new haiku from two given haiku by Basho: summer grasses all that remains […]
Meadow One-Bun
Meadow spins with constellations of clover, cowslips and kingcups; hums with sweetness and industrious bees… we string daisy chains, capture vivid butterflies and then let them go Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1406 Meadow (one-bun) In the first episode of a new week, our challenge is to create another ‘one-bun’ – […]
Rising Sun
cock crow opens doors welcoming the rising sun a flurry of dust Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation Use That Quote: rising sun This week’s episode of the Weekend Meditationis a challnge to create haiku, tanka or haibun inspired by a quotation from René Daumal, the writer of ‘Mount Analogue’: […]
A Poem for a Poet
The words that flow or inch their way from germ of thought to lips, to point of nib, or fingertips on keys, can only be caught if you set them free. They are yours to do with what you will. But when another speaks your words, awake or in the depths of sleep, or writes […]
Catalogued
In the historical passion of fashion for nature, for garb adorned with objets trouvés, our ancestors had tastes macabre and beauteous, satisfied appetites sartorial and carnivorous. We love the wild. As Wilde once said, each man kills the things he loves, but now we mourn the things we lost: sartorial elegance came at a cost. […]
Quoting Geese
With wing beats eiderdown slow, wild geese create a river, an open sky of feathers. One drops, a stone, a twist and it regains control, stomach up, gliding on its back. A moment of disorder and the unpicked skein weaves into plump finger quotes. Kim M. Russell, 7th April, 2018 My response to The Poetry […]
Alphabet Shadows
There was no ABC, nothing in between those hopeful letters and the finality of XYZ. Just shadows of words that could have been. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Camera FLASH! ~ The April Edition Kerry says it’s time to strike a pose again with a photographic challenge for […]
Shower Curtain
We had a bathtub, simple, with scrolled edge, rack for soap and flannels. The only shower I’d seen was in a chilly row of cubicles, in changing rooms at school and the local swimming baths: pools on the floor, no privacy. A shower with a curtain was new to me. It was pink and pretty-patterned […]
Fan
I am weighty enough to buffet a heavy cloud of unwritten words gathered around her head. Her mouth itches with unspoken secrets – I am a token, an inky symbol brushed onto my bamboo ribs. She folds me into myself, from half moon to crescent, from foot to golden lotus, a message to be sent. […]
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