We have lovely next-door neighbours, who are elderly and have suffered ill health, but they are always there for us. Soon after we moved in seventeen years ago, they invited us to a birthday party. When we go away, they have a key in case of emergencies. If I arrive home and they happen to […]
Category: Haibun
Ghost Nets
I read recently about an exhibition that took place in the summer at the Asian Civilisations Museum in Singapore, called ‘Ghost Nets of the Ocean’. It was created by artists from Darnley Island in Australia, and consisted of suspended brightly-coloured sculptures of fish, turtles, squid and jellyfish, all made from ocean debris, including abandoned fishing […]
Frost Whispering
There are many things that I love about autumn: the kaleidoscope of ruby, amber and citrine foliage; the pungent smell of undergrowth and damp soil; mysterious mist and fog; and the first early morning frost sketching cobwebs and snail trails with its silver touch. Fresh frost is silent until I listen closer – and hear […]
Eloquence
My favourite poetic form is the dVerse Quadrille, with its challenge of a limited number of words, freedom of layout and choice of whether to rhyme or not. However, I tend to gravitate towards the sonnet, with its history, famous sonneteers and advocates, as well as its rules, which were made to be broken – […]
Komorebi
When I think back to my childhood, I see the beginning of September filtered through horse chestnut leaves, a precious time before the first day back at school in shiny new shoes, with a new satchel, pencil case and, if I was lucky, a fountain pen. In those days, autumn had already arrived with a […]
The Izzle of Wiggot
When I was a child, my parents couldn’t afford to take us on holiday. The closest we got to a summer holiday was watching Cliff Richard on his double decker bus at the cinema or a day trip on a coach to the seaside with my nan. However, when I was nine or ten, the […]
Past Imperfect
When I was a child of three or four, my grandparents’ garden seemed enormous. I would take off from the back step, stretch out my arms and fly around the garden, past the living room windows to the blushing peonies, where I would stop to collect a handful of fallen petals to toss into the […]
Between Words revisited
the length of a thought in breathless space between words resonates silence Kim M. Russell, 2016 echoing silence in breathless space between words a thought’s duration Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Writing and Enjoying Haiku #4 having fun? This weekend, Chèvrefeuille has brought us a new episode of Writing and Enjoying […]
Written in Sunshine
Early this morning, as I was catching up with comments and prompts, I received an unexpected message: ‘Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com! You registered on WordPress.com 2 years ago. Thanks for flying with us. Keep up the good blogging.’ This gave me some cheer on a Monday morning. Although I retired from teaching three years ago, […]
Sixties’ Summers
I have always associated summer months with my childhood in the sixties, with the holidays stretching out ahead of me. Mostly I was bored and missed the routine of school. But there were so many days spent with my grandfather in his garden, splashing under the hose when we should have been watering the roses. […]
