is the changing face of nature as summer slowly cedes to autumn: flocks of birds morph in a washed-out sky, kaleidoscopic shapes in preparation for arduous flights and winter migration; hedges drip with blood-red berries, green foliage metamorphoses into shades of amber, gold and rust, and that first leaf lands in grass and dust. Kim […]
Colourfall
trees blaze gold and red in just a blink of an eye all the colours fall Kim M. Russell My response to Carpe Diem #1250 Autumn Colors Chèvrefeuille is celebrating the 1250th regular CDHK prompt in a month when we are exploring the limits of our imagination. Today he has shared another image from Tumblr, […]
Despair
unable to see trusty wood among the trees depths of despair Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1249 despair
Komorebi
When I think back to my childhood, I see the beginning of September filtered through horse chestnut leaves, a precious time before the first day back at school in shiny new shoes, with a new satchel, pencil case and, if I was lucky, a fountain pen. In those days, autumn had already arrived with a […]
Sunken Pier
on a sunken pier footprints are preserved in salt sinking or swimming Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1248 ending road Today we’ve started a new month of CDHK with a special feature in which we create haiku (or tanka) inspired by an image or photo. The first prompt of ‘Imagination Without […]
Rowan
bright rowan berries drip of late afternoon rain September sparkles Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Writing and Enjoying Haiku #6 new ways This week’s episode of Writing and Enjoying Haiku is in honour of Jane Reichhold. Chèvrefeuille has challenged us to go ‘outside the box’ again, which means breaking free from […]
September, looking…
through a time-worn pupil, focused on the blue-grey wash, we paddle in shallows, waiting for the seasonal tide to turn. Here there is no stubble, no furrows, just poetry pure and wild whirring in and out of hedgerows thick with hips and haws and pouring from the sky, a migrating flock of swallows. Kim M. […]
Cold War Reheated
Red geraniums rust in September rain; sparrows splash dust in puddles forming on the path. Once again, men point their weapons at the sky in far-off places I have never been and will never go, reawakening fears that Cold Wars would become heated in memories of a child petrified by serious grey words that dripped from […]
Sea Dragon
No roar of fire or brimstone, no cloud of dust erupts from the fossilised mosaic of forefin, ribs and backbone. The extended tail’s a fake, implanted in the rocky tomb. She’s a mislabelled, 200 million-year-old surprise: an ancient monster that terrorised the primordial Somerset coast concealed the incomplete bones of a sea dragon embryo. Kim […]
The Sight of Stars
ancient memories light up the night sky with a shimmer of astral dust yesterday’s magic scintillates astrology and mysticism a twinkling aura crowns the moon drunk with cosmic wine and weightlessness motionless in freefall earth is an afterthought a blue yo-yo suspended in the echo chamber of space while the universal orchestra plays a silent […]
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