In the Street of the Sky – a quadrille

Audacious night is out there scattering poems again like snowflakes, frost or fallen stars, all over the street of the sky. Full of wonder, at the open window, all I can do is watch carefully in case night accidentally drops one in my lap. Kim M. Russell, 23rd August 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden […]

Echoes of Ireland

mournful uilleann pipes drift down from misty mountains rain and tradition Kim M. Russell, 20th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1500 Where the rivers flow, Irish folkmusic In today’s journey on the folk music quest, we are travelling to Ireland, where I lived at the beginning of the 1980s and where my daughter […]

Lovely As

A poem lovely as flight is when I can follow the light of sun, moon or stars, navigate the earth’s magnetic field, exploring new paths revealed like a bird, and always know my flyway home. Kim M. Russell, 16th August 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Micro Poetry: A Poem Lovely As […]

Under the Eye of the Clock

Springtime in Paris is here again and all along the banks of the Seine artists are unpacking chalks and oils, canvases, water colours, and easels, ignored by preoccupied passers-by and unaware of the all-seeing eye of the Académie Française clock. Above every one of its ticks and tocks, it’s listening for foreign impurity on the […]