My contribution to Carpe Diem Renga Party #2 white dusted meadow each crystal or flake piece of a larger jigsaw covering earth’s green © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Category: Journal
My daily journal: comments, thoughts and poetry on daily events.
A Rural Sunday
With a reedy fanfare, A whistle of wind Across empty fields, The sun appears From murky cloud; And the village church bell, Clanging loud, Beckons its straggle Of parishioners Up the muddy lane And back again, To Sunday grub And the local pub. © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Sunday Memory Haibun
Throughout the seventies I lived in Cologne. For the first five years or so I lived on the opposite side of the Rhine – the Schäl Sick – and had to get a tram to the city. From where I lived, trams crossed the river over the Mülheimer Brücke and I remember coming home in […]
An Early Display of Snowdrops
In a mild winter such as this, Snowdrops are woken by the kiss Of early vernal sunshine, bold And eager, pushing shoots Through frozen earth. Verdant leaves unfold And give birth To a snowy drift Of ballerinas, Each in virgin shift, Dancing in the breath Of a chilly breeze. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image […]
Van Gogh’s Wheat Field with Cypress
My response to B&P’s Shadorma & Beyond and Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Green Wheat Field with Cypress, Vincent van Gogh 1889, Narodni Gallery, Prague Blue and green Never to be seen An old wive’s tale Rejected by nature Melancholy mixture Blue and green Artist’s brush Loaded with colour Creates a wash A rural harmony Moving clouds, wheat […]
Nonet
My response to the Secret Keeper’s Weekly Writing Prompt #20 The wintry wind speaks in breathy tongues Echoes of words from foreign climes Fights with trees to pass the time Tangling shadows and light Embracing a free And floating kite Starts a slow Mournful Dance © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.freeimages.com
Celebration
My response to FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #10 Aoife’s writing was interrupted by scratching from the ceiling above her head. She put down her pen and looked out at a grey, windy November afternoon. Her bump pressed against the table top. She looked down at it, marvelling at the ripples of movement under […]
Blackbird Morning
This morning There is a dissimulation Of blackbirds in the garden Stabbing at the frozen soil With yellow beaks Flashing promises of spring As they flutter and descend Flap and fall In a rustle of desiccated leaves Eyed by A single magpie From the green needles Of the fir tree © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Fairy Tale Friday
The Wild Swans Stave 1 Far away across the water, Where swans migrate in winter, A king had eleven sons, Elisa was his only daughter, And they lived happily together Until he married an evil queen. During the wonderful wedding feast, She gave the royal children sand to eat And the very next day, She […]
Stranger on a Red Bus
London buses Pulse like blood Through the veins of the city The place where humanity Churns In a constant surge Of change And a face in a window Marks one moment In the life of a stranger Before the bus rumbles on Towards the next stop © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk
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