A pretty word is etiquette, similar to pirouette, yet it rhymes with petty mundane things like vinaigrette, eau de toilette, kitchenette, flannelette or washing at the launderette, leatherette or stockinette, or even string-pulled marionettes. I prefer the dark romance of a planchette or a silhouette. I’d rather be a suffragette. Kim M. Russell, 7th April […]
Month: April 2019
Cosmic Curiosity
How curious can rabbits be? Imagination and bunnies run riot beneath a canopy of stars, dodging the full bright of a dazzling moon to catch a distant twinkle before it crashes and burns. It’s not counting rabbits but constellations that send us to sleep, prehistoric slideshows projected on the inside of day-sore eyelids while we […]
Kite
caught by the wind entangled in a kite’s tail a child’s laughter Kim M. Russell, 5th April 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1641 a modern kigo: Kite In a new episode, we have another modern kigo from Jane Reichhold’s Dictionary of Haiku. watercolor class the painted blue sky becomes a kite flying a kite […]
The Joy of Light 21-26
21 unseen in the dark moths gathering round a flame the crackle of wings 22 a single lantern still burning in the window the promise of warmth 23 sunlight through raindrops nourishment for daffodils my morning light-show 24 the lightness of green willow drapes her modesty with a new mantle 25 among fresh willow feathered […]
Spirit in my Sanctum
I wasn’t told about a sitting tenant, didn’t ask for a housemate, certainly not an old creeper, a slipper shuffler, who leaves the seat up, the tap running and ghostly messages on the steamed-up bathroom mirror. I wouldn’t mind so much if he’d just leave me some of the bedclothes and stop levitating me when […]
Ghost in the Night
It’s a ghost in the night, keeping me awake with its whispering, muttering and sighing, and nudges in my poetic ribs. It pokes me with imagery and ties me up in allegory until I reach for notebook and pen (which I left on the armchair). Empty-handed (in inky midnight darkness) I creep gingerly downstairs. It’s […]
Light – a renga with Jane
dawn’s faint hour squeezes in heart-run veins light in every limb a blood-red sun banishing […]
The Beauty of Scars
The world can’t change its heart of scars, they are tattooed on every inch: silver words of sorrow and hurt birthing poems from blood and dirt, reminding us where we began and giving hope that we might end in a place where everyone appreciates the beauty of scars. Kim M. Russell, 4th April 2019 My […]
The Joy of Light 20
quiet morning waves glittering with early sun a new horizon Kim M. Russell, 4th April 2019 My response to Carpe Diem’s Light Retreat 2019: The Joy of Light In a new retreat, we have a period of 30 days to create haiku and tanka on the theme of The Joy of Light.
Cheese on Toast
I remember when we used to walk hand in hand along a sandy road that led to North Sea dunes, so deep into the night the lights had gone out in all the houses; we were guided by a sky full of stars and every time the moon disappeared, a nosy neighbour behind a curtain […]
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