Norwich once had a pub for every day of the year. Old Norwich boys supped at the Adam and Eve, and in the Angel Gardens. Taverns tracked artisans, life and livelihood through The Beehive and The Brickmakers, Dyers, Plasterers and Bakers Arms, wielding Trowel and Hammer or a fishing rod for the Compleat Angler, and […]
A poem in this month’s Visual Verse
I missed the deadline for Visual Verse in February while staying with my daughter before Mum’s funeral, so I was keen to submit a poem this month. I’m pleased to post a link to the March issue, Vol. 4, Chapter 5 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem ‘Mothering’ on page […]
Words in my Mouth
I explore them with my tongue, easing them between my teeth and into the roof of my mouth, each one different. Some are like honeycomb, their crumbs coating enamel, teasing fillings with a crunch. Others, smooth as chocolate, melt dark and warm on taste buds. One surprises me with acid lemon, bursting zest and sunshine. […]
Fountain
bitter aftertaste of sorrow – cleansed with the fresh breath of a fountain Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1170 fountain Today Chèvrefeuille has shared a poem by Saadi, taken from The Bustan (The Orchard), his first book of poems. It’s called ‘Inscription on the fountain of Jemshid’ (or Jamshid) and Chèvrefeuille […]
Diamond
a diamond’s sparkle born out of ancient starlight hardest stone on Earth Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on newscientist.com My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, March 8th 2017, a Persian poem to inspire you Chèvrefeuille has recently discovered the beauty of Persian poetry, so this week he has challenged us to create […]
Stone
with a humble stone we can grind grains to make bread or finish a wall leaving clouds to do their job: gather rain, then let it fall Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image of woman grinding grain found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1169 humble In this episode Chèvrefeuille has shared another poem by […]
Treehouse
I am building a treehouse of words at the end of the garden where no one can find it up high among branches and birds, tethered by feathers and covered with foliage, plastered with poems and rendered with rhyme; as part of the tree it will grow over time. I am building a treehouse of words […]
Hylas and the Nymphs
She is shameless in her intention, that nameless nymph with titian hair, skin soft and luminous, her tender grip upon his arms, offering her charms. She will not let him go. He sees the flash of light on translucent green water, lapping and trickling on the flawless skin of these woodland daughters, their long hair […]
Rumi’s Flute
a breath of spring air in the midst of confusion universal flute Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Wikipedia My response to Carpe Diem #1168 flute Chèvrefeuille has been waxing philosophical today, talking about existentialism as a background to the poem by Rumi he has shared, in which the poet is speaking about ‘existence’: […]
A Walk in the Rain on Pewley Down
My daughter Ellen and her husband moved from South London to Guildford in Surrey just before Christmas and, as she was working over the holiday, in between unpacking all their worldly goods, we agreed on a date in February for my first visit to their new home. My mother’s death in January and her funeral […]
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