Boar Lane by Lamplight

The evening has already drawnacross the town moon-silvered cloudslike a sky-filled eiderdown.Boar Lane is coming to life, crowdstread cobbles that seemto hold on to sunset with the lightstreaming from windows. Like a dream,gas lamps, candles and lanterns brightentice carousers and romancersinto the pubs to escape the long haulof the working day, while dancersand singers are […]

Vision

I admire my daughter’s vision. After weeks of cooking in a gazebo outside in the garden, carrying bowls of dirty dishes upstairs to the bathroom to wash up, no washing machine, a fridge in the living room, and hardly any space to swing a cat, she is still able to picture her finished kitchen. There’s […]

Hallowed

The silence of the woods is contagioussap seeping under our skin. Outrageousstrings in minor key rise in a sorrowfulbreaking prayer in an arboreal cathedral. No birds sing in bare branches, gunmetal laceagainst an ashen sky; no clouds to embracethe unabashed nakedness in this hallowedplace that nature reigns, we’ve only borrowed. A doe and her faun […]

Becoming Winter Sky

Autumn was already underway. Every morning was misty; sometimes fog smothered the landscape, russet and brown leaves underfoot the only splashes of colour until almost midday. With hardly any sun, everything was rinsed out and drooped like yesterday’s laundry on the washing line. Night fell far too early; end of school blended into bedtime, with […]

Between the Falling in Love Parts

Between falling love and other parts of life,things happen: spring blossoms come                                    and go; waves crash on beaches; parts of mountains c r u m b l e ; skies change colour. We grow up,take on responsibility, land with both feeton the ground. Kim M. Russell, 10th September 2026 It’s Thursday and time for Open […]

Remembering Miss Spencer

My favourite lesson was English,but as far as teachers were concerned,telling tales of yore with relish,only Miss Spencer could bring history to life. She had taught my mother,  was rotund with a kindly face, older,always dressed in black,with amber beads around her neck. Daughter of an Egyptologist,she’d visited the pyramidsand witnessed the opening of tombs;she […]

Fragile Oddity

They hurtledthrough the icy silenceof spacefrom fragile constellations:sharp, hard, alien.To themtheir shatteringmust be like yesterday;to us it is the culminationof millennia,a joining of star-dots,when a rockcracksand we discover a xenolithwithin. Kim M. Russell, 7th September 2026 This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub we area writing quadrilles with Melissa, who says that X marks the […]

Falling Apart

The year has started to fallapart. Pointillistic burstingof nuts and fruit. Later, leavescrunching underfoot. Conker shells split,release shiny mahogany kernels. Oaks shed acornsthat hit hard ground with a crack. It’s still warm enough for white butterflies.Craneflies crowd windows or hang in cornersfrom spindly alien legs. Cooler mornings reveal cobwebs,dewdropped now –frosted soon. Kim M. Russell, […]

Drachenfels (Dragon Rock)

It must be fifty years sinceI visited your craggy heightsbeside the majestic Rhine.It was another life and timeon your now distant ridged rock,where I thought I’d finda mythical winged creature.All I found was a twilight cavewith reptiles and spiders padlockedin glass prisons, so easy to release,but too reckless and dangerous. Kim M. Russell, 1st September […]