Morning light streamedthrough roughly-woven curtain, glided across wallsand gilded the bed, picking out ochre stitchesin the knitted blanket and the lime green patternof the cotton pillowcases. A room of fabricsbreathing in stitches, stirred by the chilly breathof a breeze, a subtle alarm – a reminder to take advantageof the quietude, embrace the shadowslingering in corners […]
Her First Spell
Isadora’s mother grasps her hands and smiles at her. ‘I know this is your first time, but everyone in the coven has been there, and we are here to support you’. Isadora looks around the circle, nods, picks up a handful of herbs and throws them into the cauldron. As she stirs, she recites under […]
Beyond Blue
She spotted her on the ebb tide,in the narrow water of Dublin Bay, in the early morning crepusculeof an ordinary day, with tangles of sea foam in her hair – a mermaid or a water fay. She’d always wanted a soul sisterwith whom to dance and play; she wouldn’t feel so lonely,if she could convince […]
Waxing Gibbous
Not yet full,she continues to growand glow, her petals unfold,silver and slow, unscentedin the night’s dome. Anchored to Earthshe cannot roam but she will wax gibbousamong constellations, a single bloomuntil she wanes and fades a flower moon. Kim M. Russell,4th May 2026 It’s the first Monday in May and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, we […]
Sweet Buzz
It’s back again, thesoporific burr of beeshovering in the fruit trees thatmakes me want to sleep. I watch them burrowing insidespring blossoms. They ignore meas they take their fillof pollen. Lately, mytaste for honey has taken over my mindand I’m dripping withtheir sweet buzz. Kim M. Russell, 30th April 2026 This Thursday at the dVerse […]
Sitting Tenant
I wish they’d told me about the sitting tenantwhen I bought this fixer-upper. A permanent presence, a silent moth of a housemate,an old creeper, a late- night slipper shuffler, who leaves the toilet seatup, the tap running and messages writ on the steamed-up mirrorwith an icicle finger and lingers on the stairslike cat hairs. I […]
Cry of a She-Wolf
A flash of amber eyes in the forest twilight—I answer with a growl. In the crepuscular dawn of teenage-hood,I am tainted with the tang of menses moon, a howl of hair sproutingin unexplored places. Nobody told me about the sweetnessof explosions in the darkness, lit only by moonlight on wolfish teeth.Will I be a good mother? […]
Early Thoughts
Morning’s breathclouds the sky before birdsong.Where are the dreamsthat woke me up?I look for them in my teacupand find only the fading moon. Kim M. Russell, 28th April 2026 It’s Day 28 of NaPoWriMo and today’s optional prompt was inspired by Victoria Chang’s poem, ‘The Lovers’, which is “short and somewhat shocking, bringing us quickly […]
A Month of Poems
April has been a busy month of poems. It takes dedication to keep up with NaPoWriMo while continuing with life as usual. I haven’t been sleeping well for a long time, waking up at strange o’clock and struggling to get back to sleep because of the lack of silence in my head as ideas, lines, […]
Come walk with me
on the sulphurous saltmarsh,where a skylark wavers on the breeze. Listen as it sings a duet with the reeds,an unbroken stream of song. Look up and watchits spectacular flight, the way it soars to heavenly heightsand then parachutes back down again. Now walk with me, back up the stony lane;let us two leave the marsh […]
writing in north norfolk 