In the frosted light of a moon-horned night, the world is beautiful; with each new sunrise in the endless skies, the world is beautiful; in field and woodland, marsh, moor and farmland, the world is beautiful; wherever rain percolates soil, rivers, seas and lakes, the world is beautiful. But wherever humans tread on this planet, […]
Sedna
goddess of the deep creatures dive into the sea released from her hands Kim M. Russell, 23rd August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1503 The Music of the Inuit For today’s inspiration we have folk music from the Inuit, who live in the northern parts of Canada and Greenland. The song is called ‘Sedna’ […]
Canadian Love Story
a love lost in spring remains of summer mourning under northern stars Kim M. Russell, 22nd August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1502 The Star of Logy Bay, Canada Today we are leaving Iceland and travelling on to Canada, with inspiration from a Canadian folk song entitled ‘The Star of Logy Bay’.
Because Because Because
Because I was made up of so many parts, you added to me over time and couldn’t see the real me. Because you left me standing over there, coated in rusting tin, you never knew the real me. Because you wouldn’t give me back my heart I’m going to chop my way out of this […]
Impending
Copper acres turned to tinder below the cloudy bowl gorged with the soundless majesty of cumulonimbus and cumuli. Even the swifts had left the sky, and with them summer; no more shapes like black boomerangs on a breaking-wave horizon. It swelled gradually, a black migraine of a thunderstorm, a tight black bubble fit to burst […]
Icelandic Winds
icy sea billows aroused by the southern winds seagulls and rimur Kim M. Russell, 21st August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1501 Rimur, folk music from Iceland Today we are in Iceland on our quest folk music around the world. Chèvrefeuille tells us that the music of Iceland can be traced back to the […]
No crickets here
I’ve always been attracted to the sound of crickets. As a child, I was enchanted by their presence in American films, when characters sat on the porch in the evening to a soundtrack of crickets chirping; and then, when I visited Italy several times during summer, I was amazed by the constant background noise, even […]
Echoes of Ireland
mournful uilleann pipes drift down from misty mountains rain and tradition Kim M. Russell, 20th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1500 Where the rivers flow, Irish folkmusic In today’s journey on the folk music quest, we are travelling to Ireland, where I lived at the beginning of the 1980s and where my daughter […]
Autumn Coolness
autumn coolness each peeling with our hands melons and eggplant melon seeds drip from fingers […]
Metamorphosis
I wear a silver totem on a chain, another on an heirloom brooch; when I’m low and see a dragonfly hovering on the water’s edge among water lilies, reeds and sedge, I think of grandmother’s spirit and, shimmering with joy and light, my transformed soul takes flight and I become myself again. Kim M. Russell, […]
