the white bush clovers drop the dewdrops frequently Masaoka Shiki (1867-1902) fountains of fragile blossom shaken gently by the wind Kim M. Russell, 14th February 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1606 Tan Renga Challenge Month 2019 (10) White Bush Clover Throughout February, the goal is to create a Tan Renga with the given […]
First Day of Spring
First day of spring– I keep thinking about the end of autumn Matsuo Basho (Tr Robert Hass) blending pastel and russet through vivid sunny colours Kim M. Russell, 13th February 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1605 Tan Renga Challenge Month 2019 (9) first day of spring
Nature’s Game
She lurks in the shadows, her grey-brown trunk short, furrowed and corky, long branches pointy winter wands, charming icicles, writing spells with frost and disappearing into mist. She has already drawn the path of winter’s exile in her elder scrolls, plotted the return of spring with a joyful blossom blast: choirs of birds and drone […]
Osculation
just one kiss that lingers like salt on chapped lips will be etched forever a souvenir of gentle fingers a heart that skips a holding of breath until lungs are fit to burst a ghostly tingle that echoes in each little kiss that follows Kim M. Russell, 11th February 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Sunday Morning
Sunday morning all the waves in white kneeling on the beach Jane Reichhold (1937-2016) shifting pebbles on the tide in a seaside rosary Kim M. Russell, 11th February 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1604 Tan Renga Challenge Month 2019 (8) Sunday morning Today we have a haiku by Jane Reichhold from which to create […]
Phoenix
rebirth tendrils of love spread through poetry © Dolores from burnt paper one ember ignites into bold new lines Kim M. Russell, 11th February 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1603 Tan Renga Challenge Month 2019 (7) phoenix Today we have a haiku by Dolores of Ada’s Poetry Alcove, which she wrote in response to […]
Cherry Blossom
no longer naked fragile blossomed cherry trees dancing in the rain no longer naked limbs are covered with pink frills rippled by the breeze fragile blossomed cherry trees bursting with new buds ephemeral youth dancing in the rain a last flurry of petals strewn across the path Kim M. Russell, 10th February 2019 My response […]
Chilled to their Inner Rings
They wait for spring, those intimate winter trees at the end of the garden: unadorned birches tall, bare and skeletal white trunks shining, patient old friends chilled through with icy winds and frost each morning. Kim M. Russell, 9th February 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Just One Word: Sensation, also linked […]
Night of the Firefly
I wear loosely and meet the man at the night of firefly Katsura Nobuko (1914-2004) they illuminate the trees inconstant constellations hand in hand we follow secret pathways into the darkness a lovers’ moon fills the sky and fireflies are extinguished Kim M. Russell, 8th February 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1602 Tan Renga […]
At this Moment
I’m sitting in my study in front of my laptop, Filofax and paperwork littering the desktop. In the background, The Archers is on the radio, otherwise the house is still, my only company Mojo, the little green-eyed cat, scrutinising every move I make, her pink nose pushing at my hand, urging me to take a […]
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