morning air shivered with contrasts of skylark and raven raindrop songs rattled windows in long-ago rooms Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo Micro Poetry ~ Long-Ago Rooms Kerry says that the object of this challenge is to write poems of between one and twelve lines, in a form […]
Romani
I remember stories about young girls and children who ran away with the gypsies, looking for a romantic life on the road and camaraderie by the campfire. I have also heard of atrocities done to Romani folk during the Second World War and seen them vilified for setting up camp near towns and villages. I […]
This fine city…
fits like a comfortable pair of shoes. I wander meandering alleys of what was once England’s second largest city, flanked by half-timbered shops and houses, from Tombland to the market place. I totter sea-sick among neat rows of sweet-wrapper stalls, up ancient steps to the bookends of castle and cathedral; along the river, where boats […]
A Rag Man
The beginning of the day is drab, no inspiration for an ageing bard who, in his callow youth aspired and now knows only bleak despair. No longer a willow sprouting green, he searches for a fitting genre for the wires in his hoary beard. He prays his muse won’t leave him bared for all to […]
Opportunity
Spring reluctantly inches forward through late snow, relentless rain and leaden skies in the dormant pond a clutch of jellied tadpoles first kingfisher flash Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1407 opportunity (haibun without rules) Today’s episode gives us the ‘opportunity’ to create a haibun without rules with the theme of ‘opportunity’. […]
Nothing at all
with a fastening of lips drawn and pressed in a tight line at superhuman speed she pulls her finger across the elongated hyphen the simulated silent zip she has none left to argue with no pizzazz, pep or vim she has nothing at all Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to ttps://dversepoets.com/2018/04/09/quadrille-52-zip-it/ De is our […]
Confession
I want to confess to every sin that ever was and each day I didn’t think of you but that would not be true. I want to confess to emptiness of heart but mine spills with grief and regret that I did not put up a fight. I want to confess to blaspheming loudly and […]
Waiting for…
moan and squeal boom and sigh gentle slap and tickle admonishing crash and sibilating spray rolling up the horizon and laying it out again Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Waiting for… Izy’s here to kick off week two. She says that although her prompt, at face value, […]
Scent of Home
a warrior dreams mountain path leading homeward scent of plum blossom Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem’s Crossroads #5 scent of plum blossoms In a new episode of the CD ‘fusion’ feature, Crossroads, our challenge is to create a new haiku from two given haiku by Basho: summer grasses all that remains […]
Meadow One-Bun
Meadow spins with constellations of clover, cowslips and kingcups; hums with sweetness and industrious bees… we string daisy chains, capture vivid butterflies and then let them go Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1406 Meadow (one-bun) In the first episode of a new week, our challenge is to create another ‘one-bun’ – […]
writing in north norfolk 