The absence of goodness is like absence of rainfall; we are left with the dryness and oppressive heat of evil, its mark on each of us, tattooed on heart and soul. But deep within our bones a feathered angel lingers, soothing tormented groans, a dulcet beneficent singer of songs in soothing tones, the long-awaited rain-bringer. […]
Month: September 2022
Changing Sky
Autumn walks are for me the most beautiful. I have been doing the same lap for months now, but I never tire of road, bridge, lane, past the boats and horses, and back round again, usually at the same after my evening meal. lichen on the bridgeflowing into wintertimethe steadfast river I get to see […]
Leopards and Midnight Clouds
As anyone knows who visits my blog, I love all things feline, cats of all sizes and species. The image for Visual Verse Volume 9 Chapter 11 is a wonderful black and white print that looks like a lino cut by Omar Musa, which inspired me to write the poem that appears on page 28. There are […]
A Small Compendium of Seasons
breathe, drink in the cobalt of a perfect sky abandon, absent rain left us with cracked earth fall, tumbling with leaves on a windy day hurt, winter’s ache culminating in rebirth Kim M. Russell, 22nd September 2022 Laura has prepared this week’s Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub and has us writing two […]
Tuscan Sunset
Summer lingers: a few green leaves the colour of basil and fennel seed in thyme-scented September hedges; a flurry of saffron around the edges of a stilted, shrivelled sunflower; unharvested corn, a dirty ochre, and moon-yellow unmown grass gild autumn. A mural of flavour, a kaleidoscope of colour. Kim M. Russell, 20th September 2022 Tuesday […]
Notorious Punch Bowl
In Surrey’s countryside, legend says that Satan lived nearby to the God of Thunder at Thor’s Lie, tormenting him by leaping from hill to hill. Thor retaliated to no avail, so he scooped up some earth to hurl, and created the Devil’s Punch Bowl. Kim M. Russell, 19th September 2022 This Quadrille Monday at the […]
Aphorisms of Hope Lost and Found
Hope is a bat hunting moths round a light only for both to be swallowed by night; it’s the sweet chime of birdsong, the patter of rain when summer has gone, and we can breathe again; it is the wash of waves and their up and down after static traffic in a busy town; it’s […]
Sturmfrei
Free of storms, to be alone, to do what needs to be done, to wander in the dormiveglia, from dawn to dusk and back again, I am content to swallow phosphenes, each scintilla, until ēniteō! I shine forth with gleaming light. Kim M. Russell, 6th September 2022 Another, shorter poem for this week’s dVerse Poets […]
Feuillemort
These first cool mornings are redolent with fallen apples’ sweet, rotten scent and dry grass littered with foliage. Flowers fade; leaves turn from green to brown with nothing in between, and crops gave up weeks ago. But this is not autumn. Nature’s grabbing what she can, counting the souls of every aliferous foliole before abandoning […]
Bee Poetry
I am the buzz of a be -e go- ing about its work, feeding its queen honeycombs of poetry, making her word fertile. I am a scratching pen, a tapping keyboard, going about my work watching bees on flowers, whiling away the hours, waiting for inspiration. Kim M. Russell, 5th September 2022 It’s Labour Day […]
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