words gradually disappeared erased from the paper of memory the sun and moon lost their shine flowers their scent there was no taste of honey there were no colours no abstract noun for the feeling I get when you smile at me there was no name to call out from the depths of a night- […]
Faroe Islands
catch of ocean’s breath above the rumble of rocks a flotilla of puffins Kim M. Russell, 29th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1507 Folk music of the Faroe Islands The next stop on our journey around the world on a quest for folk music is the Faroe Islands.
Adage Adagio
Wisely and slow; they stumble that write fast and wisdom or music from their words escapes. Steady keeps the pace; if you slow down, you notice words you never heard before. Slow as a simile, stanzas don’t grow on busy sheets of paper and a rolling rhyme gathers no metre. In other words: more haste […]
Tango
a sultry tango thrilling friction of bodies breathless with passion Kim M. Russell, 28th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1506 Tango … passionate music from Argentina Today we are tangoing in Argentina.
Mole
“The poetry of the earth is never dead.” John Keats the earth is baked the grass long gone from fissured fields earth trickles through my fingers in shades […]
Haku Mele
natural rhythm beach and ocean percussion language of music Kim M. Russell, 27th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1505 Haku Mele, the music of Hawaii Today we are visiting Hawaii where , traditionally, music and dance was used to express praise, communicate genealogy and mythology, and accompany games, festivals and other secular events. […]
A Summer Traffic Jam
between dusty cars an orange butterfly flits the traffic rumbles Kim M. Russell, 26th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #47 quest for a (new) masterpiece For this weekend’s meditation we have been challenged to create masterpieces, haiku (or tanka) that will survive over the years like Basho’s ‘old pond’. We can […]
Norfolk Rarebit
In the early years of marriage, North Norfolk winters were harsh. We huddled together in a draughty cottage, where the sash windows rattled throughout the night. Under pitch-black skies full of stars, we’d walk the dog along the coast and up the dunes to the haunted pub for a drawn-out pint before closing time. Dizzy with […]
Caught
Shaded dusty paths cut undergrowth tideway below tangles of branches and dapplings of leaves. Trees strike poses, dipping and sky-pointing like gigantic waterfowl in a wandering wind. Overhead sunlight bursts and splashes like whitecaps bubbling and cresting, majestically burning, caught in the teeming flood of forests’ chlorophyll blood. Kim M. Russell, 24th August 2018 My […]
Begging Bowl
autumn heat — my begging bowl is full of rice (C) Santoka Taneda (Tr. John Stevens) each bite a grain of power a winter coat for the soul Kim M. Russell, 24th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #111 This week’s Tan Renga challenge is based on a haiku by Taneda […]
writing in north norfolk 