It was a long trek down that dusty road, so she sat on the kerb and counted the stones from her worn-down, second-hand shoes, the blisters on her feet and a heartful of blues. Reminded of years of promises and lies by the tears on her face and the grit in her eyes, she never […]
November starlings blacken hedges, strip scarlet berries, dip in sedges, weave through layers of stubble and thistle, a whirring cloud of clockwork birds. A sudden burst of warble and whistle lodges like stone in my arid throat and leaves me scrabbling for words. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads […]
millstones or milestones impervious reminders the journey to here Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1282 Sacred Stones Today Chèvrefeuille has taken us back to November 2015 with a prompt called ‘sacred stones’ (Ovoo).
alone on a beach wave-tumbled water-worn stone enveloped in sand © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to Carpe Diem #1048 stones Today our prompt is stones and Chèvrefeuille has given us examples of haiku by Jane Reichold: moon meditation in a glow of sparkles the stone peaks spring when stones speak of running water tree stone […]
My response to Carpe Diem #1008 Ogham sign language from trees dark secrets and mysteries carved on bones and stones © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.historytoday.com