The Sound of Goodbye

Hoverflies hum a monotone refrainin the aspen grove that hisses in the wind.Buzzards tumble, roll and spin again,their whirring wing beats chagrined.The tap-tap-tap of tree creepersand ticks in the tree trunks’ gnarlybark give a dumped lover the jitters,as goodbye hiccups and rolls into infinitylike a plaintive summons from divinity. Kim M. Russell, 30th May 2024 […]

Hippy at Heart

I look back on those carefreedays of the nineteen-seventiesand smell pungent Afghan coats,see maxi skirts and knee-high boots,although I preferred to go barefoot.I loved Indian cheesecloth blouses,bangles, beads and loon trousers,bird-covered and scoop-neckedt-shirts, and velvet Biba rejects,patchouli oil, hats and mood rings,and so many other thingsthat I thought made me differentbut, of course, it was […]

Under the Bed

Darkness is the murkwhere monsters lurk,the black gulp of skyin the depths of night,when no stars glistenand no moon listens.It’s the silent smotherunder the coverwhen you get it in your headthat something’s under the bed. Kim M. Russell, 27th May 2024 Image by Annie Spratt on Unsplash This Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub […]

Boxing Clever – a cento

Within my rooted being lies a box of green,lined with dewy moss to quench and revive,clasped onto my sea-shell collection.A self-portrait, the stones I carvedby the sea with salt in its veins,embryonic, in a cosmic womb,its dark edges are still dissolving.Wrapped around a framework of bonesoverflowing with ragtag paraphernaliaof my stumbled tumbled dreams,a hazy recollection […]

Treasure

I’ve been hunting for treasurein the junk shop of life,where siskins drip at leisurehoneyed liquid notes,and the morning daisy rises fresherthan the golden dandelion.I’ve been searching at my leisurewhere birds and insects soar and dive,and all around me find Nature’s treasure. Kim M. Russell, 16th April 2024 Image by Sue Bell on Unsplash Grace is […]

Still Beautiful

In frosted lightof a moon-horned night,this place is beautiful.With each new sunrise,in field and woodland,marsh, moor and farmland,it’s beautiful. But wherever humans treadthey leave a wastedtrail of destruction – and this blue planetis still beautiful. Kim M. Russell, 13th May 2024 It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, that “magical twice-monthly time when we […]