I’ve just listened to, and read the accompanying notes on, Patricia’s Poetry Pea Podcast, Series 2, Episode 2, which is all about men, and there are some fabulous haiku and senryu. It’s worth a listen – or read- and she’s included one of mine.
It is a grass snake. It is curled in autumn leaves. It is autumn leaves. In it is a curled grass snake. A curled autumn snake? Is it? It is leaves in grass! It is curled in grass. It is a snake autumn leaves. Curled leaves in grass. It is a snake. It is autumn. […]
Blue is a memory of days at primary school: of dipping pens into inkwells, the scratch of italic nibs, and a summer sky outside the classroom window, copying a poem by Blake or some old poet on lined paper, a blue tint of words. Blue was the colour of our uniform, much darker than ink, […]
We are not subtle, although we blend, green in the midst of green, our sting, our poison bating our green breath with not a quiver. Hiding in the green, we remain unseen, waiting pungently for a patch of skin a recipient for our histamine; we long to puncture a scarlet tattoo, stinging souvenirs. Our hairy, […]
I grew up to the sound- track of waves all around this tiny little island where trees offer cool shade and fruit of the brightest colours the one setback was the sharks that lurked in the water and fed on my family bled it dry drop by drop until it was just me in the […]
a crack in the sky light trickles become a flood expelling darkness Kim M. Russell, 20th November 2019 at dawn birds start to sing praising their Creator … as always Chèvrefeuille My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Wednesday (6) at dawn (hineri) It’s Tan Renga Wednesday and this week our challenge is to […]
In the early hours of morning, my heart swooped from birch to willow when an owl called at the window, a fluty, chilly shiver. Through the tilted slats of the blind, the honeyed amber flash of eyes and fluttering ‘You-ooh-ooh’ drew me to the frost-kissed pane, froze my breath in a cloud of ‘Oh!’ as […]