weather forecasting first snow or refreshing rain clouds dance with moonbeams Kim M. Russell, 3rd May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Crossroads #8 The First Snow (Kanajo) We have a new episode of the special CDHK feature ‘Crossroads’ in which our challenge is to create a new (fusion) haiku from two given haiku. This […]
Lima
breathing history in the dust of the city conquerors’ footsteps Kim M. Russell, 3rd May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1424 Lima Our journey through the Andean Mountains has started and today we arrive in Lima, capital of Peru.
Spring Barter
Spring stalled in her tracks, silencing birds, wasting late-flowering catkins and shrivelling bramble leaves. As she bartered for a little […]
Leaving Callao
metal on metal flashing in the morning sun ready to depart Kim M. Russell, 2nd May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1423 Callao … the journey begins Chèvrefeuille reminds us that this month we are travelling through the Andean Mountains by train, starting at the port city of Callao. He tells us that Callao was […]
Getting Wild with Crows
I want to strut with crows, stomp and kick the rows of neatly turned furrows in a field freshly harrowed. I want to scribble and scrawl on geometric shapes with crayons of ploughed-brown, corn-green and yellow oil-seed rape. Bring on the vivid hues so we can fly among the blues and splash inky shadows on […]
The Andes
snowy peaks kiss sky whisper secrets to the sun majestic mountains Kim M. Russell, 1st May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1422 Journey Into The High Mountains Of The Andes In the first episode of a new month of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, in which we set off on a journey into the high […]
Walking with Jasper
I used to love walking with our dog, Jasper. He was a cross-breed Jack Russell and the funniest, most inquisitive dog I’ve ever known. He died on 10th March ten years ago. He was my reason for walking three times a day: in the morning before work, again in the afternoon, and a short walk […]
Verbing an Anthophila
I found the first one of spring on my windowsill, just bee-ing, when it should have been meadowing with a swarm, oceaning a roar, pollening and sweetnessing with honeyed kissing. Instead, it’s dead, Just bee-ing. Kim M. Russell, 30th April 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Thirty poems in April: a final […]
Lingering day…
is painted in pointillist shadows, light fades with the last echoes of birdsong and clings to moon and stars. Lingering day, when owls skim, swoop, dodge in and out of branches not yet embellished with blossom or leaves but pregnant with promise. Kim M. Russell, 29th April 2018 My response to The Poetry School […]
Almost there
A saddle-worn cowboy on the road hears the promise of amber bourbon in the strains of a lonesome tune. He slaps a dusty faded Stetson against his aching thigh and wipes the grit from his eye. There’s an arduous ache in the back of his throat that begs for that golden liquid burn. His swollen […]
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