steaming cup of tea perfumed with flowers and spice waking memories Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1265 perfume In the first ‘regular’ prompt of October, when Chèvrefeuille is taking us on a trip down memory lane via prompts from five years of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, he has chosen ‘perfume’. He […]
Celebration
celebration finally the snow has gone early plum blossom opening tiny bud fists a flutter of petal hands convocation drowsy daffodils raise heads tickled by the sun trumpets glisten with fresh dew heralding silent fanfares jubilation from freshly festooned branches solo blackbird voice bird and human together rejoice in the spring garden Kim M. Russell, […]
Shed Theory
In the corner of my eye, above the relative order of notepads and CDs, I can see the sad ruin of the garden shed, silent and crumbling in a nettle bed. Inside, brambles try to make their escape, scratching at windows that crack and break, held together in the embrace of neatly spun cobweb lace. […]
Borealis
starry memory observing constellations ancient dot-to-dot the night sky shifted and bathed the sea with spectral shimmer Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1264 Borealis (Northern Lights) This month Carpe Diem celebrates its fifth anniversary, for which Chèvrefeuille has chosen a variety of themes and prompts from past posts in a trip […]
A small ode to small things
small feet toddle through my dusty memory they leave everlasting prints though her adult feet would never fit in my shoes I remember the curl of small toes waiting to be tickled and a small wet thumb that slipped from rosebud lips these small things awaken a thrill of anticipation at the small seed inside […]
Star Fishing
Once upon a van Gogh night more colourful than day, a shoal of stars, disturbed, took flight, and poured down from the sky. I couldn’t find a little boat to row on the cosmic sea, nor did I have a fishing-net to catch some dreams for me. I tossed and turned on my pillow, and […]
Living Colour
creativity a tempestuous child and brightly coloured bricks Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1263 neighborhood of colors In the final episode of September, our inspiration is an Italian scene.
In the Courtyard
cool shade and pot plants a haven for all seasons outside traffic hums Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1262 courtyard blues In a new episode of Imagination Without Limits we have another Tumblr image called ‘courtyard blues’.
Peridot
I have never had pleasure in any kind of treasure and no sparkling diamond can be my best friend. But the peridot colours of an August garden delight me with greens and ochres, golden sunshine dancing in the sky, protection from the evil eye. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday […]
Burial Boat
A boat has flamed into the market square; although its wood has rotted away, its soul is impressed into the soil. All that’s left is rust and nails, a broken key, a piece of spoon, and the remains of two long bones. A hidden surprise in the heart of a city, a flat-bottomed Viking coffin […]
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