No Cinderella

I don’t need to change into a princess or a pumpkin, a glass slipper or a mouse. Poetry does that with its ins and outs of words and rhymes, the ups and downs of stanzas and lines. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Change Paul is our host today […]

Mother Holle

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 […]

Night Music

bubbling memory breaks night’s deafening silence a nightingale’s song Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1314 The Nightingale After being away due to illness, I’ve come back to the particularly lovely quatrain 72 from The Rubaiyat by Omar Khayyam: Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth’s sweet-scented Manuscript should […]