Fractured by Traffic

On the village green, bones of goalposts lean at both ends of the empty pitch. I ring-a-round-a-rosy, hugging sidelines, daisy-stitched, tanging of cut grass. Each time it passes, it fractures the stillness, the arrhythmic ebb and flow of traffic as it comes and goes. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]


I hold the fragile, hollow shaft bone carefully between fingers and thumb, study its iridescent greens and blues playing tricks and changing hues as I turn it in the light. In this fractal fragment of flight, old now, discarded and renewed, I sense the sorrowful stare of eyes, preserved forever in a poet’s quill, in […]