dancing on the beach
I jab a stick into the sky
to break up the blue
stirring up a small zephyr
and a sea of white horses
days so complete
words become the calls of birds
the high tide wind
a promise trapped in a shell
until someone picks it up
moon white water
lovers in the secret cove
Saturday night
intoxicating kisses
ignited with the sand’s heat
wind perfumed
from a woman’s shoulder
desert night
colour sipped from the landscape
animates her mouth and eyes
placing the flute
against her lips something
slips into place
breath becomes a melody
drifting to the horizon
I’m not old
all night my eyes have held
the ancient stars
I jab a stick at the sky
to release the silver moon
Jane Reichhold Kim M. Russell, 7th July 2019
My response to Carpe Diem #1697 Renga With Jane Reichhold: placing the flute
In this new episode of ‘Summer Love’, our challenge is to create a ‘Renga with Jane Reichhold’, using six haiku from her Dictionary of Haiku, Summer section.
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stunning!
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Thank you, Maureen!
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lovely – flowing, ebbing, washing, rolling …. I just slipped into this and let myself be swept by the words Kim 🙂
I especially loved these pairings:
” … a promise trapped in a shell
until someone picks it up”
and
” … colour sipped from the landscape
animates her mouth and eyes” …
— very evocative … had me dreaming away …
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Thank you, Pat. They weren’t easy haiku to work with, especially ‘wind perfumed from a woman’s shoulder’ as the others seemed to be related to the sea and that one ended with ‘desert night’. I’m always intrigued to see what sequences other poets choose.
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I totally agree – that one particular haiku was like the wrench in the works, in the whole set – but I suppose, in its own way, it becomes the “conflict” within the story that needs some form of resolution …. but yes, it *is* fascinating to see how everyone interprets the sequence 🙂
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Nicely done!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful ebb and flow. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe.
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These were all good…but especially love the white horses…very moving for me as waves were always referred to as white horses when I was young. I had forgotten. Enjoyed this.
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Thank you. I have a lovely children’s book by Ann Turnbull, illustrated by Michael Foreman, called The Sand Horse. It’s set in St. Ives in Cornwall, and features white horses.
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this was a lovely ‘call and response’ Renga across the ages – some delicious stand alone lines too Kim not least:
‘ stirring up a small zephyr’
‘colour sipped from the landscape’
come to think of it these two go so well together too – if maybe sipped became slipped
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Thank you, Laura, I’ll try that suggestion.
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Brava… (@—>—) (@—>—)
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Thanks Dorna! ❤
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You’ve completed a very pleasing circle here, Kim.
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Thank you so much, Ken.
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