A boat has flamed into the market square; although its wood has rotted away, its soul is impressed into the soil. All that’s left is rust and nails, a broken key, a piece of spoon, and the remains of two long bones. A hidden surprise in the heart of a city, a flat-bottomed Viking coffin […]
The smell of freedom and warm winds of summer linger in my sails a little longer, tangling ragged leaves in ropes. I feel the chilly current from the deep below, persistent waves ripple and break against my prow, tug my mooring, in a constant urging to break free before I am encased in winter. Kim […]
My response to Bastet’s Month of Haiga – hidden. Apologies for using this photo more than once, but I quite like it – it sums up the Norfolk Broads perfectly! Through a screen of reeds A glimpse of silver river As it rounds the bend Teasing at the bobbing boats Tugging knots of sturdy rope […]
Behind bare branches All the boats are safely moored Winter has arrived ©Kim M. Russell, 2015 I have revised this haiku following a suggestion from a WordPress friend!
Nightfall with Boats The boat swings its anchor The wind is nearly calm Mist drapes the low shore A gauzy radiant balm The river flows fast To the seam of sea and sky Embroidered with silhouettes of masts And echoes of seagull’s cries The curving sun sinks low Dusk falls upon the stream A thousand […]