We huddled by the Hudson, under a black umbrella. Shoes leaked, Miss Liberty was draped in cloud. Open brollies mushroomed in open-topped buses. Dodging puddles on Fifth Avenue, we found shelter under awnings. New York dripped in my ears, American sentences in the rain. Kim M. Russell, 22nd May 2018 Another poem for this week’s […]
Tag: Rain
Rain-soaked
A splash of bluebells floods the shadow tumbled woods, newly soaked with morning scented rain glittering in the early sunshine. Gun-metal sky and silver- bellied clouds have sunk in the bluebell river, granting a watery wish for crisp chromatic colours, fresh and spring clean. Kim M. Russell, 21st May 2018 My poem for dVerse Poets […]
Chavin
the rainy season hissing on a goldsmith’s fire roar of jaguar Kim M. Russell, 14th May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1431 Chavin Culture On our journey into the high mountains of the Andes, we have passed Paron Lake, where we already found out a little bit about today’s theme: the prehistoric Chavin culture, […]
Rain Rhymes
It’s raining dogs and cats all along the east coast, with a cow-quaker warning followed by a goose fair morning. We’re getting soaked with drizzle and bored with all the mizzle. We don’t want a hurly-burly to get us out of bed too early. Why does the sky cry? She hung her grey clouds out […]
American Sentences in the Rain
My first time in New York, by the Hudson, under a black umbrella. So much rain, waterlogged shoes, and Miss Liberty draped in cloud and fog. Open umbrellas in an open-topped bus, watercolour city. Dodging puddles on Fifth Avenue, we found shelter under awnings. New York dripping in my ears, American sentences in the rain. […]
Rain on the Mountain
veiling the mountain rainclouds gather at the peak a fresh spring shower Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem honors Jane Reichhold (1937-2017) E.) Fuji No Yama In a new episode of our special Theme Week, Chèvrefeuille has shared more of Jane’s writing to inspire us. This time we […]
Bluster
Spring arrives in starts and stops, a dripping tap melting winter, forming puddles, filling rivers. In the monochrome of dawn and dusk, silhouettes drip and drop, ink drawings sliding off umbrellas as a sudden blustery wind turns treetops into a roaring sea. Kim M. Russell, 2017 – Anja Bührer My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo […]
Umbrella
in the suddenness of a November downpour he offers rainbows kisses and sanctuary dry under his umbrella © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest My response to Carpe Diem Tanka Splendor #3 rain I’m enjoying this Sunday morning catch-up! I’ve got to day three of Tanka Splendour and the topic is so fitting – […]
Sheaves in Autumn
Sheaves of cloud weeping seeds of rain on plane leaves wet and black echo muffled on the lawn- it’s autumn again. Remembrance of the sheaves of men harvested from French fields engenders tears from heaven for those who were slain. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie B&P’s Shadorma […]
Rhapsody in the Rain
Meeting in the park was the start Of a tune that grew into a rhapsody Accentuated by the rhythm of spring rain. On a bench, their arms entwined, the rain On hair and skin was romantic at the start, They were so wrapped up in their rhapsody. The impulsive improvisation of their rhapsody […]
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