On First Seeing ‘Praying Hands’ by Dürer… those honest hands captured in ink, I began to understand spirituality captured in ink, fingers gently pressed in prayer – oh, to draw such hands! Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1411 Praying (one-bun) Today we have a short episode: our task is to create a […]
Stringing Daisies
When I was little, my grandparents had a very small garden: a patch of grass surrounded by flowers, crowded together in their flowerbeds. But my favourite flowers were daisies. Nanny taught me to slit the stalk with my fingernail and thread the daisies into a chain. April surprises rain puddles between grass stalks flowering raindrops […]
Lingering day…
is painted in pointillist shadows and shades. Light, fading with the last echoes of birdsong, clings to moon and stars. It’s a time when bats and owls swoop, skim and dodge in and out of branches not yet dressed in blossom or leaves, but pregnant with promise. silhouetted moon ascends from roof to ancient ash […]
Voices in a Late Summer Garden
Honeysuckle paints a pale sunset along the garden wall,a tumbling clown, with its tendrils dangling down. Above the constant buzz of pollen-coatedbees, I catch a cockeyed conversation. ‘Get down, you silly girl, you’ll get stuck! I can’t […]
Winter Crow
wind battered crows ascend from a naked tree leafy silhouettes Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s Crossroads #6 A Leafless Tree (Soseki Natsume) We have a new episode of the special feature ‘’crossroads’, a challenge to create a ‘fusion haiku’ from two given haiku. This week both haiku were written by Soseki […]
Beach
sandy footprints fade promises echo in echo in shells holiday romance Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s Romancing Haiku #1 beach For this first episode of Carpe Diem’s new feature Romancing Haiku, the theme is ‘the beach’.
Sakura Temple
the millstone has stopped hidden beneath frost and ice a hungry temple snow drops from a branch […]
Self-portrait in front of a misty mirror
The glass is cold to touch, fogged up with early morning bathroom steam. A drop of condensation rolls from top to bottom, clearing worm-holes where pupil matches pupil. Nose as close as glass allows before my breath steams up the gap, I see her eye, the cerulean I would drown in as a child, the […]
The Devil’s Among Us
‘But soon the devil’s among us flesh and fell’, taken from ‘The Ballad Of Villon And Fat Madge’ by François Villon Let us arise from our drunken pit and savour every element of spring: the burst of every flowering bud; the first silvery notes of mating birds; the drowsy hum of the first bumblebee – […]
writing in north norfolk 