on the honeysuckle the fragile wings of a butterfly a fluttering sound Chèvrefeuille (October 2012) heavy and sweetly perfumed memories of warmer days Kim M. Russell, 10th October 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1760 Butterfly In today’s episode of Carpe Diem’s celebration kai, our challenge is to create a Tan Renga with a given […]
Tag: Honeysuckle
Summer Storm
bees hum thunder among sweet-scented lightning honeysuckle storm Kim M. Russell, 13th August 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1723 Honeysuckle This August we are creating a bouquet of wild flowers, and today’s flower is honeysuckle.
Perfumed Question
honeysuckle blooms starlit in the night how does it spill fragrance? Kim M. Russell, 22nd July 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Roads Weekend Mini-Challenge: Pick 2 Prompts, Any Prompts! then Senryū or Elfchen or Cherita I’m catching up with reading and writing after a weekend with my daughter son-in-law and grandson, so […]
Breathing Utopian Air
honeysuckle pervades in the night darkened garden sunset afterglow Kim M. Russell, 26th May 2019 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #86 A New Feature: Carpe Diem’s Utopia This weekend we are meditating with a new feature: Carpe Diem’s Utopia, based on the idea of a perfect place, community or society. The goal […]
Spring Cleaning
The old trellis is still standing, top-heavy with verdant honeysuckle leaves and studded with dark pink buds. Below the greenery, old woody branches tangle with dusty shadows, hunchbacked hollows of musty undergrowth. Straining against my hands, secateurs crack and break brittle branches, their sharp echoes scattering birds and, deep inside the remains of an old […]
Koharu
among falling leaves a steadfast honeysuckle dillydallying Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1266 Koharu (Indian Summer) Today, on our trip down memory-lane, we’re going back to November 2012 and the theme is ‘koharu’ or Indian summer. Chèvrefeuille tells us that The Netherlands is currently enjoying a ‘na-zomer’.
Fading
The last honeysuckle of the year airs her fading blooms. They no longer exude perfume, nor do bees come near; their candy colours have faded, outdone by copper costumes trimmed with berry red and drenched with autumn’s overpowering leaf mulch scent. Kim M. Russell, 2017 For dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night I wrote this […]
