Whoku

Irish soil stuck to his honest pen Seamus Heaney Kim M. Russell, 4th December 2019   I woke up this morning with this whoku in my head.  Two things inspired it: Patricia’s Poetry Pea podcasts and the wonderful BBC2 programme about Seamus Heaney, which I watched on Saturday night and highly recommend. It’s called ‘Seamus […]

Early December

bare branches a painting against the blue sky leaves under my feet Yozakura crisp with early morning frost breathing foggy dragon-breath each crystal dewdrop reflects a frozen landscape cold microcosms decorate a spider’s web spun across the garden gate dandelion clocks delicate glassy seed-heads frozen in time while leaves crunch under my feet branches bear […]

Cracked

It was a tragedy, seven years’ misfortune. And yet, the shards were beautiful, sharp edges shimmering, a dark rift spreading as the mirror cracked from side to side. A waterfall of tiny splinters tumbled to the stone flagged floor and underneath the bathroom door, tiny jewels of tears sobbed from her magnificent reflection: bound by […]