Loaves steam, apple scent curls and twists from the cauldron; hot breathy spells rise and pop with piquant punctuation in Mother Holle’s kitchen. Her sinister hand conjures incantations, her dexter spins and weaves them needle prick by needle prick into something lyrical and more poetic. She no longer has the youth and charms to lure […]
Tag: Winter
The Seventh Gate
rising at the gate winter sun spreads little warmth sharing its wisdom Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1304 The Seventh Gate Chèvrefeuille tells us that, as he was reading the Rubaiyat, there were several quatrains he didn’t understand, which sounded magical and mysterious. Today’s Quatrain XXXI is such a quatrain: […]
Winter Percussion
showers of hailstones beating tattoos on windows drumming in winter Kim M. Russell, 2017 My twenty-seventh response to Carpe Diem Winter Retreat 2017: Life is Beautiful
Winter Owls
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
Winter Stars
winter sky pulsates silent dance of silver stars saturnalia © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on www.gettyimages.com My response to Carpe Diem #1065 stars Chèvrefeuille has reminded us that the tribute to Jane month is almost at an end and that In this last week of September we have only one season to go, winter. […]
New Soil
Driving back from this morning’s Bounce and Rhyme session at the local library, I passed a field in the process of being ploughed, which inspired this poem. feathery flock a splash of white g u l l s CRASH of wing waves against rich brown earth churned and cr um bl ing studded with […]
Remnants of Winter
Winter is wrung out A sodden rag hanging on Battling storms and wind Hoping for a glint of blue Promise in cloud-furrowed sky. © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Opening Curtains
My response to Carpe Diem Theme Week #1 episode 3 The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying Insight 2 “through the chinks comes the light” Opening curtains After a long dark winter Sunny day bursts in © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Image found on Pinterest
Winter Wreckage
The wreckage of winter has left the landscape rolling gently yet strangely bare shivering in the frigid air where rags of mist and cloud drip tears on branch and bark of naked, twisted trees that turn their backs on the chilly breeze snow and ice have left their mark and streams and rivers full to the […]
Winter Witch Hazel
Transient tonic In the darkest months One a brash American Seductress with sunshine Ribbons of petals The other a coy Oriental Adorned with twisted threads A rainbow Of purple, red, orange and yellow Announced by a haunting hint Of citrus and spice A frozen breath of incense On a still winter day © Kim M. […]
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