The past lingers in black and white, not painted with fingers but conjured with light. Fairy-tale turrets once decked with streaming pennants transformed by time into a wreck; now they have only sheep as tenants. But conjured with light, not painted with fingers, in black and white the past lingers. Kim M. Russell, 26th May […]
Month: May 2018
Lake Titicaca
the lake’s blue stillness glacial melt and giant frogs embracing the sun Kim M. Russell, 25th May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1440 Lake Titicaca We are approaching the end of our journeys, having travelled through the Andes and dived into the history of these mountains. Today we are visiting Lake Titicaca (Bolivia), also known […]
A Molotov Cocktail of Poems
I put my poems […]
Felicitous Felinity
When our beautiful Tosca was killed two years ago to this day, I thought I would never find such feline companionship again. I didn’t mourn alone. My husband, who found her, was equally stricken, and Luna, who had never been a lone cat, sat in the garden waiting for her mother to return. After months […]
Mountains
sunset colours settling on giant shoulders coquettish clouds’ blush Kim M. Russell, 24th May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1439 mountain(s) Today we have a modern kigo of spring that fits this month’s ‘journey into the high mountains of the Andes’: mountains, with a few haiku by Jane Reichhold to awaken our muses: soul […]
Chachani and Misti
cloud-bound mountain peaks recline on the horizon two sleeping giants Kim M. Russell, 23rd May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1438 Chachani (Imagination-episode) Today we have another imagination-challenge: an image of Chachani and Misti, two mountain peaks in Peru.
Amongst other things, cats on the mat
The mouse left on the mat is a present from big cat; she seems to think I’m partial to a rodent, cheeky rascal, and doesn’t understand me when I find dead birds unsavoury. But sometimes she is clever and leaves me just a feather. When I’m tucked up in my bed, little cat sits by […]
American Sentences Quadrille
We huddled by the Hudson, under a black umbrella. Shoes leaked, Miss Liberty was draped in cloud. Open brollies mushroomed in open-topped buses. Dodging puddles on Fifth Avenue, we found shelter under awnings. New York dripped in my ears, American sentences in the rain. Kim M. Russell, 22nd May 2018 Another poem for this week’s […]
The Nazca Lines
ancient geoglyphs hidden from the earthbound eye monkey in the sand Kim M. Russell, 22nd May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1437 Nazca Culture Today we have found out about the Nazca lines, created by the Nazca culture between 300 B.C and 600 A.D., which consist of geometric forms and figures, such as a […]
Rain-soaked
A splash of bluebells floods the shadow tumbled woods, newly soaked with morning scented rain glittering in the early sunshine. Gun-metal sky and silver- bellied clouds have sunk in the bluebell river, granting a watery wish for crisp chromatic colours, fresh and spring clean. Kim M. Russell, 21st May 2018 My poem for dVerse Poets […]
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