My response to Carpe Diem #994 Hawthorn pungent lacy blooms thorn-pinned to springtime hedgerow bleed haws in autumn © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Moonlight, Ducks and Snow
My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #106 “snow melting” (Kobayashi Issa). This week our inspiration is a haiku written by Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828) snow melting– where ducks are nesting soft moonlight © Issa and […]
Wait for me
Screwing up his face, Simon squinted and fixed his eyes on the fireflies dancing and leaping above the wooden fence at the bottom of the garden. It was a late summer afternoon and he remembered his father telling him that fireflies only came out when it was dark. The six-year-old boy stood on tiptoe a […]
Coulrophobia
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Friday Music Prompt #50: Send in the Clowns I don’t like clowns, They make me scared; The ones with red noses and untameable hair, Send them away. I don’t feel safe. I don’t approve. Rowdy, disruptive and always on the move, Boisterous clowns. I don’t like clowns. I prefer the […]
Fraxinus Excelsior
My response to Carpe Diem #993 Ash Ash, tree of healing, Spreads its leafy canopy, heals the lonely soul with bright berries and winged seeds, helicopters in the breeze. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on treegrowersdiary.com
Willow in the Rain (reprise)
My response to Carpe Diem #992 Willow – I have taken one of the first poems I posted last year, deconstructed it and turned it into a tanka. a bothersome breeze buffets the willow bending with the weight of tears, holding up anaemic clouds above our soggy garden © Kim M. Russell, 2016
How Grandmothers Began
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale weaver #75 July 7th – Bedtime Stories for Grandparents Once upon a time, When the world had just begun, Everything was fresh and new And everyone was young, No grandfathers like you Or grandmothers like me, No-one to tuck you in Or read a bedtime story. One morning, a […]
The Smuggler’s Treasure
Happisburgh is a pretty, ancient coastal village, battered by the North Sea at the top of Norfolk, a place where smugglers were known to land their boats and stash their booty. For more than two hundred years, villagers and visitors to the area reported seeing a glowing figure of a man dressed in the clothes […]
Peeling away Another Layer
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille July 6th 2016 This week’s challenge is to create a summer haibun with a maximum of 75 words including the haiku (or tanka). It’s July. So far we’ve had mostly rain, so I haven’t worn summer clothes. On hot days, our cottage is usually a welcome […]
Stargazing with Bare Feet
My response to Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #86 Back In Time “Only The First Line” This week the challenge is to use the first line from a haiku written by Chèvrefeuille as the first line in a new haiku or tanka. with bare feet I stand in the night garden looking up at stars: exploding […]
