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 […]
Tag: Perfume
Memory of Scent
It comes to me through autumn smoke, the burning of damp leaves, that pricks the eyes and chokes the breath, the funeral pall of summer’s death: a hint of you drifts through the trees, teasing on the goose-bump breeze, the scent of Coty powder on your face, always just a trace of you in me. […]
Perfumed
steaming cup of tea perfumed with flowers and spice waking memories Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1265 perfume In the first ‘regular’ prompt of October, when Chèvrefeuille is taking us on a trip down memory lane via prompts from five years of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, he has chosen ‘perfume’. He […]
Dogged by a Rose
The attar of a rose follows throughout the day, from its glass prison vase to the promise of a summer’s day, with touch of a satin cloak in the chill of spring, scented smoke curls into twilight before its petals close for the night. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on ravindraandsons.com My response to […]
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