ghostly bird flickers feathery contours are mute lethal talons strike Kim M. Russell, 2017 My fourteenth response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
Leaves murmur in the woody copse. Twilight is more alive than sombre day and we fly outside time. Together we haunt waxing shadows; heart-stirring hoots bind us to sorrow; unearthly hiss and sigh, blinking discs of eyes and graceful drifting over tangled grass – a fleeting meeting and then they’ve passed. Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
On the air, the taste of frost; breath of wood smoke and tang of leaves are suspended in twilight. A full moon reaches out to touch reflections splintering the white, tinged with bright lights of Christmas trees. Twinkling through the streetlight’s glow, intimate lamps of home remind us that its time to make our way. […]
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday #9 – moon Owls are truly mesmerising birds, with their moon-round eyes, sharp beaks and talons. Some are beautiful while others are comical; all are fierce hunters, skimming the ground silently to swoop on their prey. I rarely see the owls haunting the silver birch trees that […]
In secret silver shadows of morning an owl on silent wings glides over the dewy garden displacing air branches skeleton leaves and my quickening heart orange-eyed and ghostly dissolving into the silver birches releasing quavering hoots with the timbre of an ocarina © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest
An owl crooned me to sleep From the silver birch At the end of the garden A haunting song No doubt a hunting song That echoed in my dreams Took me flying In the night shadows Through tall willows Skimming the river Where stars shiver Voles and mice scatter And night birds chatter All on […]
I was reminded of the poet Edward Thomas by a post from businessinrhyme, so I thought I would share another poem by the same poet that kind of reminds me that there is always someone worse off. The Owl Downhill I came, hungry, and yet not starved; Cold, yet had heat within me that was […]
I have updated the page ‘A Soul Released in Coltishall’ with the final version, which I shall be sending off to the competition today. Update: It’s gone!
Diminish To reduce a person or thing in standing or perceived worth To cause something to be or appear less To become gradually less To dwindle Lessen Dim I am having trouble with this word, as it doesn’t work in the phrase ‘watched his rangy figure diminish until he disappeared into the pub’. What I want […]
A Soul Released in Coltishall – new short story.