breathless altitudes only ghost trains rattle through shadowy mountains Kim M. Russell, 9th May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1429 Galera Station We are on our way on the Peruvian Railroad, one of the highest railroads of the world, which also has one of the highest railway stations, Galera Station, where the trains no […]
H2O
Although chemistry remains a mystery to me, I love the combination of hydrogen and oxygen: liquid that flows and trickles and drips, fills lakes and oceans, floats ships, quenches thirst and washes clean, sparkling foam, currents and waves, and the way the invisible […]
Loss
Yellow catkins drip from grey willow, catch early morning light through mist. Another season dwindles like smoke or ghosts of long-lost family and friends, and drifts away with my self-worth, my memory, the agility of mind and body. Yet I am are still learning, in my nostalgic yearning, to become untethered like a boat and […]
Huanca
tending alpacas in the shadows of mountains ancient warriors Kim M. Russell, 9th May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1427 Huanca Today Chèvrefeuille has given us some background to the Huanca, Quechua people who live in the Junín Region of central Peru, in and around the Mantaro Valley.
Junin
hide and seek landscape glaciers and rain forests steaming up valleys Kim M. Russell, 8th May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1426 Junin, Mantaro Valley In a new Andean episode we are visiting another region along the Peruvian Railroad: Junín, a region in the central highlands and westernmost Peruvian Amazon.
Muddle
From an untidy, disorganised muddle, we unpick poems, cuddle them close until they breathe. In a cluttered, haphazard jumble of thoughts and ideas, words tumble and line up themselves up cleaving imagery into stanzas, weaving poetic sanity from knots and tangles of the mind. Kim M. Russell, 7th May 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Still Life with Bare Branches
bare branches a painting against the blue sky leaves under my feet © Yozakura, the Wandering Spirit bare branches vibrant leaves drift on the wind summer has been shed a painting against the blue sky raven-black brush marks nature’s autograph leaves under my feet crackling pool of red and gold rotting to russet Kim M. […]
Layering
Spring has come in layers, from the first swallows of the year drawing fresh lines through still air and busily nesting in eaves, to carpets of flowers, fragments of sky among nettles and grass, and the honeyed murmur of bees. Kim M. Russell, 6th May 2018 A sunny Sunday morning has inspired this little poem […]
Decadence
Through shades of monochrome aureate decadence glimmers: feathered turban shimmers; richly embroidered sleeve and shoulder spark white and grey, a hint of gold. But her eyes are hidden embers, cold, old. Kim M. Russell, 5th May 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Camera FLASH! Kerry says it’s time to strike a pose […]
River Talk
the river’s talking narrating tidal stories garbage ebb and flow Kim M. Russell, 4th May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1425 El Río Hablador (The Talking River) Our prompt for today is ‘El Rio Hablador’ (The Talking River), a nickname for the Rimac River, which is is located in western Peru.
