first morning of spring nature takes an icy breath exhaling colour Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1183 first day of spring (haruno saisho no hi) Chèvrefeuille says that this month he is taking us back to the classical haiku by exploring classical kigo (season words) for spring. He reminds us that […]
Many are called…
but few are chosen in the symmetry and ritual, the circle of life and death, from the first gasp at birth to the very last breath. Fresh grass grows on mountains through snow and stones; saplings take root in graves among crumbling bones; new life and innocence bring hope and vision. Many are called but […]
Heron Zen
high in the treetops on an empty nest of sticks she lifts crown feathers raises heavy heron wings stretches head and neck skywards Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Namasté, The Spiritual Way #6 Haiku’s State of Mind – Zen This week Chèvrefeuille has decided to inspire us with Zen Buddhism, because it’s […]
Sprung
Now the clock hands have spun forward, an extra hour’s worth of sun- light has my nose smearing windows, spotting miniature mountains in mud- dy grass, patches clawed and dug by myopic moles in their hungry hunt for worms and beetles. My ears detect a rhythm, tap and hammer of a woodpecker, precise percussion of […]
Spring Forecast
Tiny coal-black fists raised on naked twigs threaten to open into purple Fraxinus blossom: if the ash before the oak, then we’ll surely have a soak. But then I spot a haze of ginger Quercus buds, an Easter bonnet veil around grey branches: if the oak before the ash, then we’ll only have a splash. […]
A Circular Quadrille
Pigeons pace like commuters in the station, pick up the pace in the face of a surge of humans through the barrier, who face another day of going through the motions, going about their business like pigeons, pigeons that pace, commuters at a station. Kim M. Russell, 1st April 2017 Image found at http://www.mirror.co.uk My […]
Uncharted
Am I a fool to want to float, to sail away on a leaky boat, exploring life on canals and rivers, trimming sails in all kinds of weather until I reach the estuary, the final frontier before open sea, uncharted depths that terrify me? Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real […]
One Man’s Kindness in No Man’s Land
Originally posted on writing in north norfolk:
Tattered faceless silhouettes Staggered across no-man’s land, Fumbling to attach bayonets, Unkind weapons in shaky hands. Wisps of men blundered in thick of gas Back to the comfort of a mud-filled trench, Eyeless heroes in useless masks Smothering in the toxic stench. One innocent soldier wandering wide, Heading…
Kölsch[1]
Kölle Alaaf![2] I miss the echo in the streets, the crowds on Rudolfplatz and Neumarkt[3], the oompa pa of familiar Fastelovend[4] songs and cries of ‘Kamelle!’[5] as sweets hailed down. You helped me dress up as a clown. I drank cold Kölsch, ate salty Pommes mit Mayonnais’.[6] You taught me the words to ‘Mer losse d’r […]
Untethered
As she gradually lost her memory, she lost herself. Haunted by the loss, her anchor rope frayed, detached from sentence and paragraph of life’s prose. Weightless and joyless, she floated in free verse of demented poetry. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar – Irony […]
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