Owl Talk

By the light of a quince-bright moon a pair of snowy owls flew low and silent, newly arrived from frost-bound wastes, feathers invisible against a silver birch, hungry for a taste of fresh mice and voles. In an ancient ash, a tawny owl, swivelled its head, blinked its eyes and hooted long and low, a […]

Inkstone

poet’s brush is full black shadows from an inkstone forming words Kim M. Russell, 9th October 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1518 Inkstone and pencil (free style) Chèvrefeuille says that nowadays we have computers, tablets and smart-phones but in Basho’s days they used inkstone and a pencil. He has reminded us of a previous […]

Hope

while leaves are falling hope flows in a fresh young shoot surprised by late sun Kim M. Russell, 8th October 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1517 Hope (Imagination) This month all of the Carpe Diem prompts follow the letters of the alphabet and today we have the letter H.  The challenge is an imagination […]

Sharing

Our cats are generous, they really like to share, filling the house with litter smells and their moulted hair. The yuckiest thing they share with us is left outside the house: the bloody feathers of a bird or the insides of a chewed-up mouse. Kim M. Russell, 8th October 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]

Summer’s Night

summer’s night the tree spirit follows in the sound of wooden shoes ­                                                                      branches lace the moonlit sky ­      […]