Winter sun slants low, cold but golden. Shadows overflow field edges, ditches and hedges, while dusty light glows in the windows of the ancient church and on the walls of the old barn, amber as the eyes of an owl. Kim M. Russell, 30th January 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: […]
twenty seven years learning new tricks together richer or poorer Kim M. Russell, 30th January 2020 My response to Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #4 New Tricks Rommy greets us with a question this week: she asks whether we made any new year’s resolutions and wonders how they’re going. She says It can be […]
adding father’s name to the family tombstone with room for my own Nicholas Virgilio a generation’s story inked green by moss and lichen Kim M. Russell, 29th January 2020 My response to Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga Wednesday #11: family tombstone It’s Tan Renga Wednesday, when our challenge is to add a two-line stanza (approx. 7-7 […]
This dream is a moon-faced owl shining brightly in a silver tree, its amber orbs cups of honey that drip sweetly in a sleeper’s eye. This dream is a rasping call that echoes through windy branches, the spiky tip of a nightmare’s tail brushing against a windowpane illuminated with star-fall – before it flicks and […]
clinking glasses stars rise in new year champagne by candlelight clinking glasses above the flash of fireworks a new moon stars rise in new year champagne each bursting bubble a resolution by candlelight the old year bids fare thee well flickering shadows Kim M. Russell, 28th January 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1804 New […]
waxy white petals illuminating grey days a celebration Kim M. Russell, 28th January 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1803 New Beginnings: Snowdrops In today’s new episode of a month of New Beginnings our prompt is ‘snowdrops’, the first signs that Spring is near.
In the garden centre nursery, young raspberry plants long to break free from pots, and run wild in soil: sharpen up their thorns, let their pale green leaves unfurl and plump up ruby globes fit to burst sweetly on our tongues – to be sprung! Kim M. Russell, 27th January 2020 My poem for dVerse […]