The sea awakens as a kraken from steady in-and-out of sleep, rises from the deep, utters a staccato stutter of briny breath (with undertones of birth and death). Its growl grows, rocks and rolls waves into oceanic roar, a seismic tempest never heard before. Kim M. Russell, 13th January 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
a glint of orange dancing on the horizon bare branches rejoice Kim M. Russell, 13th January 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1796 New Beginnings: first sunray Today our prompt is ‘first sunray’, and we’ve been given an example by Matsuo Basho to inspire us: Mume ga ka ni notto hi no deru yamaji kana […]
in deep prayer eyes closed in devotion – lotus starts to bloom in deep prayer consciousness drifting in waves echo of heartbeats eyes closed in devotion restless senses soothed with a gentle breeze lotus starts to bloom white light glowing in the dark the smell of incense Kim M. Russell, 12th January 2020 My response […]
The moment boots imprinted soil, the scent of bark and undergrowth embraced us. We brushed past rusty ferns and sodden grass, and acres of trees exhaled into fragments of sky and cloud, a sigh that hugged our lungs and filled them with a woody song. Pinecones on the path, like Hansel and Gretel crumbs, paved […]
crystal sun-catchers dancing in a flash of light rainbows on the wall Kim M. Russell, 10th January 2020 My response to Carpe Diem 1795 New Beginnings: Rainbow In today’s episode of new beginnings our prompt is ‘rainbow’, which refers to the promise to Noah, as written in the Bible.
the proudest moment uttering a new word – clock he’s not even two Kim M. Russell, 9th January 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1794 New Beginnings: new born Today’s challenge is to create haiku, tanka or other form of Japanese poetry on the theme of ‘new born’, and can be about new born babies, […]
After the revelry of Christmas and New Year, the silence of January is solid as a block of ice, occasionally melting into shifting swathes of mist grey as wood pigeons and musty house mice. No gentle coo, whistle or twitter of birds, the day is mute; no body warmth or human words until the fire’s […]