‘The world is never the same once a [good] poem has been added to it’. Dylan Thomas If I hadn’t looked up to search the heavens, would my soul ever have been soothed? I waited patiently for shooting stars to zip across the deepest, darkest winter sky – but the clouds were dense, obscured the […]
Goodbye to the Old Year
the old year’s over in a flash of fireworks all that’s left is smoke Kim M. Russell, 1st January 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1574 New Year’s Eve In the first episode of 2019, in a month in which we will be exploring classical and modern kigo for winter, we are celebrating the new […]
New Year’s Eve
hopeful eyes sparkling in a champagne glass stars and fireworks hopeful eyes look towards a brighter year leave the old behind sparkling in a champagne glass candle flames flicker the countdown begins stars and fireworks a brand new day exploding in the same old sky Kim M. Russell, 30th December 2018 My response to Carpe […]
Ockclay Orkway
Big Ben’s famous ockclay orkway leads the countdown with a bong, the signal for the ewnay earyay, lit up brightly with irefay orkways – until it all goes Pete Tong: Big Ben’s creaking eargays and revellers’ drunken fumbles. You wake up in the orningmay with a hangover and belly rumbles – and nothing’s really changed. […]
Winter Woods
In light so low, the winter woods merge into a silhouette of shadow. Above the silent solitude, clouds roll and break in snow-blasted billows, crooning chilly songs to fill the night with the scent of frost and its icy bite. Kim M. Russell, 28th December 2018 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo […]
A Reminder
In the grey light of late December – the old year’s end is burnt with embers – a glimmer of spring lifts the temper with thoughts of dew sparkling in the fragrant hazy blooming of hay meadows on an April morning: the yellow trumpet of the daffodil, mauves and blues of clover and speedwell, and […]
Moving Towards the End of the Year
Angular boned branches are bare except for the sheen of random smears of moss and ivy. They scratch at a sky opaque and goose-feather grey. Goblin faces gurn and leer from the trunk of the freshly pollarded willow trunk, their silent roar lost on a windy wave. Scattered birds rearrange themselves on telephone wires, notes […]
Scents
cattle shed dark sound of mosquitoes in summer heat cool shadows caress sore skin […]
Lady Disdain
The year is old and so is the moon, a full cold and haughty moon, a turning of the tides moon. Aloof and frigid, she knows no humidity, she is dry and dusty, her atmosphere musty. But her breath is frosty, her eyes are full of ice and her crown of stars is sharp as […]
Christmas Tree
in scented needles tiny pine cone buds nestle natural baubles icicles hang from branches sparked by the light of a star Kim M. Russell, 22nd December 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Seven Days Before Christmas 2018 (5) Christmas Tree It’s day five of the countdown to Christmas and today’s episode is about the Christmas […]
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