far from home amid the sparkle of gold crumbled ancient bones Kim M. Russell, 26th September 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1752 Pilgrimage of the Relics, Maastricht (The Netherlands) In today’s new episode of the ‘act of devotion’ month we have arrived in the Netherlands, home of Chèvrefeuille, our host. He has chosen a […]
Goodbye to Bees
Now that autumn is here, with winter on its heels, I observe ever-changing foliage through windows blurred with misty condensation. I think back to liquid sun- drops, pollen-perfumed bumble-kissed summer lullabies, and whisper goodbye to bees until they appear next year. Kim M. Russell, 25th September 2019 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Honey […]
Kafka’s Cage
“I am a cage, in search of a bird” – from The Blue Octavo Notebooks Emptiness echoes off my pretty bars, as polished and shiny as they are and, every day when you pass by, you will hear me heave a sigh. I am a cage trapped here below, gazing into an expanse of blue, […]
Lough Derg
blurred with Irish mist Brigid’s votives by the lough silent pilgrimage Kim M. Russell, 24th September 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1751 Lough Derg, Donegal (Ireland) We are still following our spiritual path through pilgrim’s routes around the world. Yesterday we were in Peru and today we are back in Europe, At Lough Derg […]
Mammoth
Crumbling into the sea, we grasp our inheritance. The one remaining link lies deep beneath the waves: Doggerland, a path that mammoths dared to tread before extinction. Thousands of years dead, bones are their only testament: phosphorus to fertilise our green and pleasant land. Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Señor de Huanca
distant devotion following the Incas only in dreams Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1750 Señor de Huanca, Peru Today’s pilgrimage in our ‘act of devotion’ is a lesser known route in Peru where, every year, thousands of pilgrims from all over South America visit the Chapel of Señor de […]
American Sentence in Purple
French kisses bruise the sky as I cartwheel through clouds of purple. Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Bits of Inspiration: The Colours in a Song Susie is our host today with a prompt that asks us to experiment with synaesthesia, in particular the colour of music. […]
Start of Autumn
fragments of sunset on a warm blustery breeze sudden fall of leaves Kim M. Russell, 22nd September 2019 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #103 The Quest for A New Masterpiece Continues: Start Of Autumn, also shared with Poets United at the Poetry Pantry I’m glad to be back for this weekend’s meditation, in […]
Washday
I remember the massive washing pot sizzling on the stove, steaming soap and shiny bubbles, the dolly, the washboard in the sink. Barely room for two in her tiny scullery, I gripped her apron tightly, behind the comfortable safety of her body, away from the flames flickering from washday spits. Afterwards, on the carmine step, […]
The Long Night
They kept vigil throughout the night, watching every movement, every breath, every flicker of dwindling candlelight, shadowy fingers of encroaching death, until the welcome morning light gently caressed the child’s fretting face and soothed away the livid, bright red of fever. All those missed heartbeats crashed together with relief at the sight of the child’s […]
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