Time passed under the willow. The weather witch did not return and the stone goblin, believed by the villagers to be a sleeping gnome, was still propped against its trunk. Over time, dogs and cats sniffed at him, robins perched on his head, but no magpies visited. He soon disappeared beneath a clump of brambles […]
Month: May 2020
Waiting for the Woodpecker
Down the lane towards the river, branches touch their fingertips together, a leafy tunnel to catch a breeze while I listen for drumrolls from the trees to announce the annual rollercoaster, the reappearance of the spotted woodpecker. It’s already May and I haven’t heard him yet, he must be still selecting the most perfect of […]
Flourishing
Beyond the castle walls the kingdom flourishes,while old Quixote simmers within, no freedomto seek out maidens or threaten windmillswith his lance. Even Sancho, a redundant serf,has given up, his pot belly ever swellingwith undigested food and unspoken proverbs.Inside the castle, the air stagnates with heroes’breath, while outside nature flourishes. Kim M. Russell, 6th May 2020 […]
Without Lips
The fabric’s stale and hot with breath, slightly damp and beginning to chafe, but alluring with its pattern of pink, full-petalled and sensitive to touch. The eyes do it, dark depths above the matching mask. In a moment of pandemic madness they come together, flower on flower, blossom into a kiss without lips, and he […]
Beyond the Periphery
The solitary universe of a poet can be blinkered by introspection. We follow a narrow route from desk – to fridge – to bath- room; it’s the poet’s fertile imagination that wanders a path between bluebells and wood anemones. In our current virus-infected situation we gather in a virtual world to share maps of secret […]
The Silliness of Cherry Blossom
Let’s take a moment to consider the seriousness of apple blossom, its fragrance and its durability. compared to ephemeral and silly blossoms of the flirty cherry, flashing her delicate pink frilly blooms and dropping them like spring wedding confetti from a fruitless ornamental tree. Kim M. Russell, 4th May 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Free Breathing
Earth is an ornate looking glass, Inviting us to reflect honestly on the past, when fields were green, forests of ancient trees breathed freely, and we lived, loved and laughed. She wants us to remove our masks and see ourselves and Earth as we are meant to be. Kim M. Russell, 3rd May 2020 My […]
The Willow Tree Goblin
Long ago, a goblin lived beneath a willow, where daylight was green, and leaves rustled in the breeze. His name was Willow – Will for short. He was friends with a magpie that landed on the topmost branch each day to share gossip. One day, as Will watched a robin build a nest, the tree […]
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