My grandmother never went out without a headscarf. She had plenty of them, all neatly folded on a shelf in a low cupboard, within easy reach of a child. In other words me. The scarves were mostly chiffon and in rainbow colours. They demanded to be unfolded and swirled in the air like fairy wings. […]
Month: December 2018
Promise
We are dazzled by brightly coloured lights the silver, gold and white, hanging above the busy street. Sparkles drip from trees and eaves – even the traffic lights flash with Christmas cheer. Above us, the sky is goose-feather grey, our noses sting with icy air and below our feet the path echoes with winter’s forge. […]
Pacific Beach
gulls duet with waves a beach fire’s ashes sizzle in the morning rain Kim M. Russell, 13th December 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1565 Pacific Beach, San Diego I’ve returned from grandmother duties at my daughter’s house to pick up where I left off on the haiku journey along the Pan American Highway and […]
Dreams of a Samurai in Red
This December another of my submissions (the 34th poem) has been included in Volume 6, Chapter 2 of the Visual Verse Anthology. You can find it on page 42 or you can follow the link to ‘Dreams of a Samurai in Red‘.
Bloodless
This year’s blood has frozenand so has mine – no beatin my heart and all heathas escaped in clouds of breath ~ like wisps of winter mist ~ dreams are tattered cobwebsstreaming from the garden gate.I watch them dissolve in a slantof bloodless morning light. Kim M. Russell, 8th December 2018 My response to Imaginary […]
Meadow
tickling our faces kisses and a stem of grass perfumed with meadow Kim M. Russell, 6th December 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1561 Yellowstone National Park … meadow. Today, in our haiku journey along the Pan American highway, we have an image to inspire us, which was taken in Yellowstone National Park and it […]
To be a Child Again
Now that you are gone, I make a wish on every falling star I see (they are few and far between) to travel back in time, have you tuck me up in bed so tight, sing our favourite lullabies and then kiss me goodnight. I want to know that you’ll be there on Christmas morning […]
December Moon
December moon had reached its height, everything was bleached of hue, lending fields a spectral light tinged with frosty blue. Everything was bleached of hue except for silent shadows tinged with frosty blue like moths gathering at windows. Except for silent shadows, all of nature shivered like moths gathering at windows, and icicles on branches […]
A Sudden Sonnet
On a dark December morning, invisible in sea mist, Norfolk beet fields whisper wind. Silent poplars, stripped of their leafy dress, oppressed by the closeness of gunmetal clouds, flank the lane. Tarmac glistens with overnight rain, the sky threatens to split again and has leached all colour. Suddenly, in the hedgerow, I see the silhouette […]
How blue is the lake?
how blue is the lake full of sparkling stars and snow deepest amazement Kim M. Russell, 6th December 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1560 Crater Lake National Park Oregon … Today we are making our first stop in America, at the Crater Lake National Park. Chèvrefeuille tells us that Native Americans witnessed the formation […]
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