roaring down the beach at the height of winter waves mist clouds Jane Reichhold roaring down the beach seaward between crumbled cliffs a harpy wind at the height of winter waves haunting the landscape whiff of wet dog mist clouds the gentle grey of seagulls smacking the water Kim M. Russell, 4th February 2021 My […]
Tag: Jane Reichhold
Daydreaming
wandering thoughtsfootprints across time and spacemelting with clouds Kim M. Russell, 16th October 2020 My response to Carpe Diem Celebrates Its 8th Anniversary, October 2020: #1836 Daydreaming Carpe Diem’s 8th anniversary’ month has reached its halfway point and today our prompt is ‘daydreaming’, which is a modern kigo (seasonword) for summer. Chèvrefeuille says, in summer, […]
Moonlight Moving
moonlight moving with the gate as the servant girl takes an evening overhead branches entwined […]
Crystallised
beach diamonds a new day crystallized in sunny surf foam Jane Reichhold caught in the curl of a wave […]
Sky-clad
the new-born arrives wrapped in stormy clouds and waves a precious life the new-born arrives with wrinkles and eyes shut tight an ancient soul wrapped in stormy clouds and waves long-awaited cry stirs a mother’s love a precious life the first part of their journey together Kim M. Russell, 17th January 2020 My response to […]
Freestyling Jane
apple blossoms left by a neighbour doorstep gift apricots on her upper lip traces of juice damp earth freeing their fragrance storm-tossed asters shapeless bracken and bird’s wing lost to the cold nature’s gifts fruit and blossoms circle of life Kim M. Russell, 18th November 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1782 freestyling haiku: Devouring […]
Leap of Faith
so many haiku between cliff and eternity into the unknown Kim M. Russell, 12th November 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1779 Cliffs of Moher: a tribute to Jane Reichhold Today our inspiration comes from a haiku written by Hamish Managua Gunn (a.k.a. Pirate), a tribute to Jane Reichhold: the temptation at the chalk cliff […]
At the crossroads of summer and autumn
between passing moons even the fish are waiting in cricket silence between passing moons constellations are clearer cosmic dot-to-dots even the fish are waiting beneath frosted leaves the pond hesitates in cricket silence autumn performs her striptease distant thunderclap Kim M. Russell, 9th November 2019 My response to Carpe Diem #1777 Classical and non-classical in […]
Apples for Lunch
straight falling rain tiny lakes upon the tree stem hollows of apples nature immerses her fruit […]
October Beach
October beach in all the footprints the tread of shoes Jane Reichhold ghosts of so many castles trampled and crumbled to sand Kim M. Russell, 23rd October 2019 My response to Carpe […]
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