Against the fading sunset light, small phantoms of the night circle and dip, bat-blind to the predicament of humankind. They are still free to gather and fly, flickering shadows in the sky, while we hunker in isolation, watching the planet’s devastation. Kim M. Russell, 14th April 2020 My response to earthweal weekly challenge: Connecting […]
origami bats fold into dark spaces open-eyed with truth Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1396 Unfold Your Own Myth This week we will see the last few episodes of March and the poems by Rumi. Today’s poem has been taken from The Essential Rumi by Coleman Barks: Unfold Your Own Myth […]
shivery flickers shrouds of dark, leathery wings in and out of night Kim M. Russell, 2017 My seventeenth response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful A leftover from Halloween!
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 […]