all of a sudden, after muted, dreary days and dark drawn out nights, along comes spring, green buds bursting, catkins jiggling, birds singing, rivers giggling and bubbling, and filling up with fresh water, sparkling raindrops showering the dirty browns and greys of winter days Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
Magic Tree
How good and magical it would be to grow my own mirabilis tree: apotropaic holly, hazel and rowan are all quite plausible. I’d abandon all my flaws and fears, in one bald gesture quell my tears; enter a new and different age as Lucida, white tree witch and sage. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found […]
Gracefulness
a graceful geisha bends in the wind of culture wonderful willow Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem #1163 geisha, the beauty of Japan In the penultimate episode of our journey through Japan, Chèvrefeuille has told us about the geisha, geiko or geigi: traditional Japanese female entertainers who act […]
The Edge of Dawn
I’m waking on the edge of dawn, shadow-lit and milky-grey, diffused by pigeon’s wings in sun as they ascend into the day. I’m clinging to the edge of dawn, a sparkling morning has arrived, and the magic’s only just begun: mist clears from heaven’s eye, leaves snowdrop-scented dew on lawn, and daffodil trumpets breathe a […]
For all the Shattered People
He got on the train, humming an old German rock song I haven’t heard for such a long time it made my eyes sting: Sonderzug nach Pankow. Echoes of Udo’s gravelly voice in the creak and crash of station noise brought to mind all the broken people before the wall came down. In the shimmering […]
Wedded Rocks
soft wrinkles of waves ocean’s treasure wrapped in silk Shinto wedding gift Kim M. Russell, 2017 Wedded Rocks My response to Carpe Diem #1162 Ueno Iga Province, birthplace of Basho Today we are visiting the region in which Matsuo Basho was born: Iga Province near Ueno, in modern-day Mie Prefecture. We have already learnt a lot […]
The Comet’s Tale
a comet boasted its tail was as big as the cosmos as its tale became taller it just got smaller falling fast through the atmosphere past planets and the moon until it landed on Earth somewhere in the north where it snows throughout the winter and in spring everything rises from the frozen earth in […]
Painting by Numbers
Painting from early morning, with the gusto of a New Yorker a Glaswegian a Marseillais eating a haggis a hot dog a bouillabaisse, the artist tried to beat the August heat before his still life wilted. Applying chrome yellow with textured impasto, he was determined to paint them all in one go. Now the tournesols […]
Together
monochrome keepsake reflections of happy days floating on water melting into memory her voice merely a ripple in deepest shadows of dreams Kim M. Russell, 2017 Source My response to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night For today’s Open Link Night, which is hosted by Grace, I’m trying out a Bussokusekika, a Japanese poetic form […]
Spring Kiss
Beneath grey globules of suspended mist, in her callow youth and nakedness, Spring is waiting to be dressed. Her limbs are undernourished, scraggy and bare under the winding cloth of winter, as yet no flowers in her hair. We are drawn to the warmth of her exhaled air, her scent of early blooming heather and […]
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