Copper acres turned to tinder below the cloudy bowl gorged with the soundless majesty of cumulonimbus and cumuli. Even the swifts had left the sky, and with them summer; no more shapes like black boomerangs on a breaking-wave horizon. It swelled gradually, a black migraine of a thunderstorm, a tight black bubble fit to burst […]
Month: August 2018
Icelandic Winds
icy sea billows aroused by the southern winds seagulls and rimur Kim M. Russell, 21st August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1501 Rimur, folk music from Iceland Today we are in Iceland on our quest folk music around the world. Chèvrefeuille tells us that the music of Iceland can be traced back to the […]
No crickets here
I’ve always been attracted to the sound of crickets. As a child, I was enchanted by their presence in American films, when characters sat on the porch in the evening to a soundtrack of crickets chirping; and then, when I visited Italy several times during summer, I was amazed by the constant background noise, even […]
Echoes of Ireland
mournful uilleann pipes drift down from misty mountains rain and tradition Kim M. Russell, 20th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1500 Where the rivers flow, Irish folkmusic In today’s journey on the folk music quest, we are travelling to Ireland, where I lived at the beginning of the 1980s and where my daughter […]
Autumn Coolness
autumn coolness each peeling with our hands melons and eggplant melon seeds drip from fingers […]
Metamorphosis
I wear a silver totem on a chain, another on an heirloom brooch; when I’m low and see a dragonfly hovering on the water’s edge among water lilies, reeds and sedge, I think of grandmother’s spirit and, shimmering with joy and light, my transformed soul takes flight and I become myself again. Kim M. Russell, […]
Food for the Soul
a distant refuge music is the only food for a homesick soul Kim M. Russell, 17th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1499 Food for The Soul, music from Afghanistan Today we are being inspired by folk music from Afghanistan.
Dipping
in crystal streams that brim with exquisite clarity streaked with fronds of weed children with nets for sticklebacks and water boatmen dip into the mysteries rainbow trout and biplane dragonflies shimmering like electricity shimmering like electricity and biplane dragonflies rainbow trout dip into the mysteries for sticklebacks and water boatmen children with nets streaked with […]
Lovely As
A poem lovely as flight is when I can follow the light of sun, moon or stars, navigate the earth’s magnetic field, exploring new paths revealed like a bird, and always know my flyway home. Kim M. Russell, 16th August 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Micro Poetry: A Poem Lovely As […]
Union Jack
A contentious piece of cloth, with its overlay and interplay of saintly crosses, is so officious and proud in its red, white and blue, curling its tail against the winds of change. When it stands together with a commonwealth of banners, it waves on the skies of the world*. Kim M. Russell, 16th August 2018 […]
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