blurred with Irish mist Brigid’s votives by the lough silent pilgrimage Kim M. Russell, 24th September 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1751 Lough Derg, Donegal (Ireland) We are still following our spiritual path through pilgrim’s routes around the world. Yesterday we were in Peru and today we are back in Europe, At Lough Derg […]
Month: September 2019
Mammoth
Crumbling into the sea, we grasp our inheritance. The one remaining link lies deep beneath the waves: Doggerland, a path that mammoths dared to tread before extinction. Thousands of years dead, bones are their only testament: phosphorus to fertilise our green and pleasant land. Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Señor de Huanca
distant devotion following the Incas only in dreams Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1750 Señor de Huanca, Peru Today’s pilgrimage in our ‘act of devotion’ is a lesser known route in Peru where, every year, thousands of pilgrims from all over South America visit the Chapel of Señor de […]
American Sentence in Purple
French kisses bruise the sky as I cartwheel through clouds of purple. Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Bits of Inspiration: The Colours in a Song Susie is our host today with a prompt that asks us to experiment with synaesthesia, in particular the colour of music. […]
Start of Autumn
fragments of sunset on a warm blustery breeze sudden fall of leaves Kim M. Russell, 22nd September 2019 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #103 The Quest for A New Masterpiece Continues: Start Of Autumn, also shared with Poets United at the Poetry Pantry I’m glad to be back for this weekend’s meditation, in […]
Washday
I remember the massive washing pot sizzling on the stove, steaming soap and shiny bubbles, the dolly, the washboard in the sink. Barely room for two in her tiny scullery, I gripped her apron tightly, behind the comfortable safety of her body, away from the flames flickering from washday spits. Afterwards, on the carmine step, […]
The Long Night
They kept vigil throughout the night, watching every movement, every breath, every flicker of dwindling candlelight, shadowy fingers of encroaching death, until the welcome morning light gently caressed the child’s fretting face and soothed away the livid, bright red of fever. All those missed heartbeats crashed together with relief at the sight of the child’s […]
Waiting for Sleep to Come
Each night I walk observing graves tended and untended, order and disorder. My head- stone is blotched with moss and lichen, my brief story blotted out. I shimmer in the silver moon- light, skim long grass and weeds dusted with dandelion and thistle seeds between lych gate and porch, where closely-mown grass scorched over summer. […]
Memories on the Breeze
More than one hundred and fifty years ago the garden belonged to someone else, a different family. Back then the trees were mere saplings, there was a neat path, fragrant roses, herb garden and vegetable patch. Life was simpler, with fewer gadgets, neighbours and expectations. It was quieter and slower paced. The inhabitants of the […]
My Dark Existence
I go to sleep and wake to a steady drip and wonder if it’s radioactive or pure and clear, like the streams I once knew. Above ground, no fresh water remains: no trace of rain or cloud or sky. There is just the twilight of this cave, the weak rays that find their way through […]
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