the hawk’s glissando silenced by fresh snow at dusk run home little mouse Kim M. Russell, 29th January 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1595 hawk (taka) In the penultimate episode of January 2019, in which we’ve been exploring kigo (season words) for winter, we have a classical kigo to work with, which has been […]
Cliffs
sea spray the cliff laced by crystal gulls swirl – a grey thundercloud […]
Tea this Afternoon
Fill the kettle, click the switch. take the mug (with the words: ‘Some people make the world more special just by being in it’), and steep a lemon, ginger and manuka honey teabag in boiling water. Don’t sip yet, just breathe its aromatic hug. Kim M. Russell, 28th January 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Kaeribana
hot pink against snow a capricious spindle bursts premature blossoms Kim M. Russell, 27th January 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1593 flowers out of season (kaeribana) With four days to go this month, we have for more winter kigo for inspiration. Today we have a classical kigo: flowers out of season (kaeribana) and an […]
Returning to Now
a strange emptiness time becomes slow and breathless as spring warmth transcends a strange emptiness no small thunderclouds of birds rain from empty skies time becomes slow and breathless a snowy white hare eyes wide, ears flat back as spring warmth transcends with the scent of witch hazel a citrus firework Kim M . Russell, […]
Heart and Other Beats
With the sarcastic percussion of fingers on the table top, my heart used to skip a beat. I longed for the comforting generosity of chimes in a summer garden instead of the irascible crash of cymbals, a teenage girl flouncing out the door; I don’t hear that any more. Kim M. Russell, 26th January 2019 […]
Storm
a threatening sky we wait for a rattling wind wrapped in silent snow Kim M. Russell, 25th January 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1592 Storm Today we have a modern kigo from Jane’s Dictionary of Haiku: storm. We also have some examples of Jane’s haiku on this theme: after the snowstorm new paths to […]
Tumbledown Shed
Weighted with ivy, tessellated with lichen and moss, the roof has splintered and caved in. Perhaps something has settled among the long-forgotten tools and pots – now homes for mice and spiders. Our sentinel by the rickety gate sheds flakes of peeling paint. The padlock key is long gone and its treasures remain hidden. Kim […]
Falling
It’s falling – snow, white and bitter, blows in on biting winds perfumed with winter. Thickening flakes paint a pointillist monochrome landscape, a gift for the optimist, sled ready, hoping for a white-out, while a crowd of children starts a snowball fight. By late afternoon, everything’s silent and grey, even the snowmen have nothing to […]
Giants once roamed here… (revised)
in a mist that rolls along the North Sea coast. Looming through thousands of years, woolly mammoths weathered waves on a journey to extinction. Among mounds of stones and sand at the foot of crumbling cliffs, where Norfolk juts its chin, waves roll out and crash back in, devouring the coast from Yarmouth to King’s […]
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