A Frosty Night

On this frosty night, stars blow themselves to smither- eens and fall like feathers. Silvery hisses and splutters of white noise in my ears rush like the ocean on shingle, a symphony of moonlight, on this frosty night. Kim M. Russell, 19th January 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini-Challenge: Mustn’t […]

Sonnet to a Poet’s Hands

The young man’s hands were slender, quick and strong, composing sonnets to his unknown muse, creating worlds in drama and in song to challenge the emotions and amuse. The busy writer’s hands were stained with ink and words. His skin was cracked and raw with rhyme. The scratching of the pen spurred him to think […]

Selma the Cryptic Cryptid

A cryptic cryptid, Selma’s obscured in the icy depths of Lake Seljord through the long, dark Norwegian winters. She surfaces during hot, quiet summers, playing hide and seek in the fjords, searching for love with an elusive mate, another ferocious monster of the lake. Kim M. Russell, 17th January 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden […]

Icicles

naked branches spangled with light and music tinkling icicles Kim M. Russell, 16th January 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1585 icicles (tsurara) In today’s episode, we have a classical kigo for late winter: Icicles (tsurara), and two example haiku: yûkaze ya yashiro no tsurara hi no utsuru night wind — the shrine’s icicles reflect […]