bright enough to write a poem the cold moon Jane Reichhold ice is invisible ink frosting haiku in the trees Kim M. Russell, 3rd February 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1598 Tan Renga Challenge Month […]
Sunflowers
brightest chrome yellow petals spatter the canvas still-life sunflowers Kim M. Russell, 3rd February 2019 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #70 The Quest for a New Masterpiece continues … sunflower In the first weekend meditation of February, our challenge is an episode of ‘Quest for a New Masterpiece’ on the theme of ‘sunflower’.
The Point of Return
pristine pages of possibility flutter out the window into the sky fragile words on wings of air hovering ready to fall […]
At the Crossroads
She stood weeping at the cross- roads, a delicate English rose, torn by the thorns of a troubled life, seeking balm in the bubble of a fragrant garden and the answer to the age-old dilemma, the decision we all have to make: which path should I take? Kim M. Russell, 1st February 2019 My response […]
Morning Tea
for his morning tea a monk sits down in utter silence- confronted by chrysanthemums Matsuo Basho (Tr. unknown) in fragrant steam from a bowl rise flower globes of sunshine Kim M. Russell, 1st February 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1597 Tan Renga Challenge Month February 2019 […]
Like Marilyn
In those old photographs, I see a teenager, pale and lacking confidence, happy to allow mother or sister-in-law to take over for a while, united in womanhood, your blonde hair curled around your face, like Marilyn’s. I arrived too soon. The sparkle of the glamorous life you hoped for faded into monochrome. You grew up […]
Woken by Birdsong
This morning I was woken by the sound of birdsong, a faint and distant tiny tin whistle of a song, as I lay in the cosy comfort of my warm bed and contemplated getting up and whistling along. Pulling a woolly sweater over my tousled head, I stepped outside, where a two-toned light began to […]
Darkness of Childhood
Darkness is the murk where a monster lurks and the gulp of sky in the depths of night when no stars glisten and no moon listens to the hoot of an owl or a wild wolf’s howl. Darkness is the smother beneath the covers when you get it in your head something’s under the bed […]
Black Forest
white snow fades to grey night smothers remains of day in black forest pines Kim M. Russell, 31st January 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1596 Black Forest In the final episode of January 2019, in which we have explored classical and modern kigo (season words) for winter, we I have a modern kigo taken […]
Unfettered
Snowdrops bring (de) light to the darkest, coldest months of winter: one day, tentatively poking green heads through hard soil; the next, trickling into a snowdrift of white flowers, gentle harbingers of unfettered reproduction and the joyous riot of spring. Kim M. Russell, 29th January 2019 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Harbinger, also […]
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