I called her Seagull because of her beak. We’d been on holiday for only a week and after playing alone on the beach for days, I found her in a rock pool and she asked me to stay. We were twins, you see, dressed in the same clothes, same dress, same hair, just a different […]
Dawn 5th July 2017
this summer morning I whisper happy birthday your ghost vanishes Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1214 dawn In a new episode of Haiku Kai, Chèvrefeuille has brought us another modern kigo for summer, taken from Jane Reichhold’s A Dictionary of Haiku, dawn. Mine is rather personal. I would also like to […]
Summer Clothes
Summer permeates a single layer of cotton: a fluttering dress, a baggy shirt or colourful sarong. Unwrapped from woollen layers, we can breathe, clothed in flags of freedom, rippled by the breeze. On the beach, the sea sparkles and lures us in; we bare our bodies and the sun smiles on our warm skin. Kim […]
Change of Clothes
Summer permeates single layer of cotton smiling on warm skin Kim M. Russell, 2017 Woman in Summer Dress June 1920 Hashiguchi Goyo, image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1213 change of clothes After a while of not posting, I’m happy to be back in time for a new episode of Haiku Kai, […]
Summer Shades
Sky of robin egg blue splits; zigzags crack across its shell, spill sun, a yellow yolk, a glue uniting buttercup and gorse. Midas rays riffle ponds and pools, spark mayfly nymphs that break the surface like gilded bubbles in their ghostly mating rituals. Sunlight joins the dance, dives into chickweed, surfaces to gleam on slippery […]
Blessing in Disguise
In darkened rooms with curtains pulled to banish day, we welcome gloom, unaware of gaps allowing rays to bathe our eyes – sadness consoles grievers, a blessing in disguise. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics – Blessings Paul tells us that he has been reading Anam […]
Sixties’ Summers
I have always associated summer months with my childhood in the sixties, with the holidays stretching out ahead of me. Mostly I was bored and missed the routine of school. But there were so many days spent with my grandfather in his garden, splashing under the hose when we should have been watering the roses. […]
Loomery
Guillemots huddle on a cliff ledge; indifferent in monochrome, they’re packed together to the edge. Experienced and fully fledged like pilots from an aerodrome, guillemots huddle on a cliff ledge. Hidden by coarse and salty sedge that sprouts among the seaside foam, they’re packed together to the edge. The ridge is a place of anchorage, […]
Heavy Plant Crossing
The country road tilts and blends into a sudden blind bend, overhung with bush and tree, so dense that, at first, I do not see a red and white sign erupting from a pile of soil: heavy plant crossing. My imagination runs riot with giant hogweed and triffids evolved from seeds that drifted down from […]
Pepper
She offers him a bright red capsicum, a lonely heart, filled with peppery seeds. She holds her breath, bares delicate, perfumed skin, anticipates a sharp knife’s sting: seeds are spilled, her heart sliced and diced into a hot stew, a […]
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