the first leaves smoulder setting fire to every tree a resplendent blush Kim M. Russell, 7th October 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s Quest for a (new) masterpiece #4 autumn leaves also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry In a new episode of the Carpe Diem special ‘(new) masterpiece’ feature, the challenge is to create […]
Locked
Padlocked by passion, she worshipped no more relics, gathered no hair, brewed no potions, no more rituals or spells, no wax figures, no toads stuck with thorns – just a love lock carved with initials, a symbol of fidelity and, thrown into the depths of the river, the key: heavy metal to weigh down hopeless […]
Winter Souvenirs
below ever-changing blues ruffled by winds’ blow the ebb and flow of translucent water embraces islets rocks and pebbles piled by waves traces of rage and storm winter-borne Kim M. Russell, 6th October 2018 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: Faraway
Kindheit
einfache Freuden mit Dreirad im Kreis fahren fallende Blätter Childhood simple pleasures riding round in circles on a tricycle falling leaves Kim M. Russell, 4th October 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1515 French Haiku (Haiku Francophone) In the latest episode of Carpe Diem’s sixth anniversary month, we’ve arrived at the letter F and a […]
Precarious
Throughout the summer, we would tightrope walk along the length of concrete fence that bordered the reality of blocks of flats with smelly lifts, washing like bunting on balconies and the savoury scent of next-door’s dinner. At any moment, our threadbare plimsolls might slip and we could tip to the other side, where trees were […]
Scrimshaw
is the sound of wave washing whale spurt of spout from blowhole mournful moan of humpback’s tune whaler’s ahoy and thud of harpoon a deconstructed tooth or bone hacked and sawn, cut and honed when a lull of inactivity gave rise to creativity a reminder of giants of the sea human beings’ waste and cruelty […]
Exile
a one-way ticket becoming free again broken sunflower heartsick for the scents of home ripened fruit and failing leaves Kim M. Russell, 4th October 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1514 Exile (Tan Renga Challenge) In today’s episode, we have E for Exile and the challenge is to create a tan renga from one of […]
Dreamer
stalking by moonlight I chase shape-shifting shadows in monochrome dreams Kim M. Russell, 3rd October 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1513 Dreamer We have already got to the letter D for ‘dreamer’.
Washing Day
I can still smell soap bubbles in the scullery, steamy clean and floating through my early years; my grandmother’s hands red and hot, tea-towels boiling in the biggest pot as I turned the handle of the wringer, reminded always to ‘Mind your finger!’ I remember sitting on the back step while she raised the line […]
The Shyness of Beauty
to listen, fine not to listen, fine too… nightingale singing out of the darkness the shyness of her […]
