between passing moons even the fish are waiting in cricket silence between passing moons constellations are clearer cosmic dot-to-dots even the fish are waiting beneath frosted leaves the pond hesitates in cricket silence autumn performs her striptease distant thunderclap Kim M. Russell, 9th November 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1777 Classical and non-classical in […]
Burnished
How many brass lamps must be burnished before my wish is granted? Not even the golden lamps of autumn are furnished with a genie to do my bidding. And heaven has so many stars on which I’ve wished, all silver, like the moon, which gave me seven lines that rhyme, and this poem can be […]
Dark Future
You go to sleep and wake to a steady drip and wonder if it’s radioactive or pure and clear, like the streams you once knew. Above ground, no fresh water remains: no trace of rain or cloud or sky. There is just the twilight of your cave, the weak rays that find their way through […]
The Authenticity of Autumn
Woodland paths glimmer in the breath of dawn and shadows withdraw, musky miasmas of mulch. Leaves spin, dizzy helicopters, colours bright as fire, until they land in a dog-pile and rot underfoot. Wracked with weather scars, ancient trees slow, branch and root, their fissures adorned with fungus and spiralling mushrooms of sulphurous yellow, orange and […]
Arranging the Plum Flowers
under moonless sky arranging the plum flowers by waning lamplight Kim M. Russell, 7th November 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1776 arranging the plum-flowers (Taigi) Today we have ‘reprise’ of an episode of ‘Revise That Haiku’, a special feature which challenges us to revise a given haiku by one of the classical haiku […]
This Morning Glory
November sunrise In kaleidoscapes of cloud bad weather warning Kim M. Russell, 6th November pink morning glory in full bloom covered with crystal dewdrops Chèvrefeuille My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Wednesday (4): crystal dewdrops (hineri with a twist) This week’s Tan Renga Wednesday has a twist: we have been given a two-line stanza […]
Without black there would be no contrast
nowhere to hang the moon and stars fireworks and bonfire sparks no colour to express the dog of depression no clarity of words in books no shadows in the sleep-soaked room at night the pair of complicit magpies haunting the garden (two for joy) would be all white their once glossy jet feathers and impertinent […]
Entangled
morning glory! the well bucket-entangled, I ask for water Chiyo-Ni fresh dewdrops from petalled cups collect in my open palm […]
on this wide-skied coastline
jumbles of fens fields and dunes keep the sea at bay twisted trees bound with thirsty roots keep floods away in fading autumn light hedgerows exhale mist to cool the day and in the morning clouds scud and burst with windy swirls of rain Kim M. Russell, 4th November 2019 My poem for dVerse Poets […]
Apples for Lunch
straight falling rain tiny lakes upon the tree stem hollows of apples nature immerses her fruit […]
writing in north norfolk 