waxy white petals illuminating grey days a celebration Kim M. Russell, 28th January 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1803 New Beginnings: Snowdrops In today’s new episode of a month of New Beginnings our prompt is ‘snowdrops’, the first signs that Spring is near.
Wild Fruit
In the garden centre nursery, young raspberry plants long to break free from pots, and run wild in soil: sharpen up their thorns, let their pale green leaves unfurl and plump up ruby globes fit to burst sweetly on our tongues – to be sprung! Kim M. Russell, 27th January 2020 My poem for dVerse […]
At Dawn
yoake ni arau tsuyude watashino ashisaichoubi at dawn I wash my feet with dew the longest day Yozakura at dawn the first pink flush of morning still bleary with sleep I wash my feet with dew cold and refreshing the fragrance of grass the longest day stretching to the horizon suffused with promise at dawn […]
Only a Rehearsal
This week I’ve been training. All I’ve had to do is sit and watch for birds. Mostly it was raining; feathered creatures sat in the hedge and observed me through raindrops watching them through raindrops that plopped and spat on the windows. A pair of robins and some finches ganged up with a thrush and […]
Rings
shiny silver ring encompasses boundless love a winter wedding Kim M. Russell, 23rd January 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1802 New Beginnings: without beginning Today’s prompt first appears to be a bit of an enigma or dilemma. It’s related to the (wedding) ring or circle. The circle is one of the most important symbols […]
View from Sea to Shore
The coastline is a rugged spine of cliff, rocky ribs rise and fall with each breath of wind and wave that shift the distant skiff. Its feet are firm and solid in the depths of tides that loosen roots and bits of stones like rotten teeth; they tumble to the beach with salty water sucking […]
What She Told Her
She always knew the little dark-haired, brown-eyed child was her mother’s secret. She’d kept the outings in a stranger’s car, ice creams at the airport and seaside trips close to her chest, being only five or six, and loving mystery. When the baby arrived, nobody said a word. There were whispers behind closed doors. The […]
Such a Cold Night
lying down with quilts over the head such a cold night Basho warmth spreads to fingers and toes outside a frosty moon glows Kim M. Russell, […]
Mudlarking
After winter’s blast, a gang of us swarms the banks of the Thames beneath a leaden sky, picking our way through mud contaminated with sewage, slippery and sucking at our boots. We wear our hungry faces like masks, our hands red and purple from the icy wind. Occasionally, a cry goes up as someone skids […]
First Cry
after heavy snow bright daffodils and tulips a grandchild’s cry Kim M. Russell, 20th January 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1801 New Beginnings: first cry In today’s challenge, the ‘first cry’ might be cry of a new-born human or an animal. Chèvrefeuille says that maybe, with super hearing, we might hear the first blossoms cry. […]
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