fresh young shoots arise crumbling winter’s iron earth bursting into spring Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1179 Arise In this episode, Chèvrefeuille has introduced us to a well known nineteenth century Persian poetess, Tahirih: Arise O slumbering one, the beloved has arrived, arise! Brush off the dust of sleep and self, […]
Spring Sijo
Whenever I step outside my door, something new is happening. Light shifts in a froth of new leaves, flowers are opening. The garden and I rouse, fresh after a long dark winter. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem Universal Jane #13 Sijo the Korean poem For this weekend’s meditation, Chèvrefeuille has brought […]
Song Dream
Awaking from a dream, I rush to fix and frame the fading memory in a poetic form with, maybe, rhyme. At my desk, I am distracted by the morning garden and the wizened apple tree, where a blackbird’s song is snatched by the breeze. Kim M. Russell, 2017
Poetic Purring
At peep of morning I hear the soft pad of a poem on the bedroom floor. A darker shadow sharpens in the gloom of my room and jade gems burn amber in strengthening beams of light. Verbs of velvet paws, sharp nouns and adjectives of claws swipe and glint at dust motes forming into stanzas. […]
Emergence
That weakening old man winter still clings, a spectral presence on the river, dispersing opaque drops that shiver in the breath of a youthful spring breeze. The burgeoning season sings, a sonorous voice in shrubs and trees, chuckling and sparkling on the water, bubbling to a crescendo of simmering sunshine reflected in a swathe of […]
Beginnings
It’s a time of fresh beginnings now, green sap pulses in verge and bough, melting remaining morning rime: grass stands to attention by breakfast time. Invisible crayons colour in flowers and scribble blossom in naked bowers, transforming monochrome to pastel tones: sun breathes warmth into soil and bones. Boisterous birds have banished winter quiet with […]
Twinkle
I read in a report only yesterday about a study of the Milky Way, in which scientists listen to stars as they quake. Oscillating and flashing with energy, they chime like bells in a cosmic belfry, ringing the rhymes of a stellar nursery. Shimmering with a stardust lustre, playing the music of an ancient cluster, […]
Sea Shadows
The sea is a shadow washing the shoreline, filling in dents and scavenging sand, drowning dunes in beach foam and brine. The sea is a shadow chasing along the strand, shattering shells and scattering stones, casting its treasures on the bleak hinterland. The sea is a shadow of clamours and moans, a sobbing soliloquy borne […]
Spring Tease
branches are still bare no leaves, blossom or spring scent tantalising plum Kim M. Russell, 2017 Old Plum image found on Pinterest, originally pinned from metmuseum.org My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, March 22nd 2017 plum blossom This week Chèvrefeuille says it’s spring and the plum starts to bloom everywhere around us, so […]
Babel
Heated squeaks pierce the twilight – bats again, with their different calls echoing off trees and walls. After the long silence of hibernation, they have found voices to argue, I imagine, about personal space and food. Who wouldn’t, after hanging so close together for the duration of a cold winter? Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image […]
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