November Umbrage

Suspicious of a sunny dayas autumn’s glow begins to fade,I resent the early twilight.I doubt the early morning frost,the crunch of leaves the wind has tossed,despise the temperature at night.Although snowflakes give me a chill,their sparkles still give me a thrill,but I fear deep blankets of white. Kim M. Russell, 28th November 2024 Image by […]

Alien Poets

We dance with the universe,where planets cross paths,          orbit each other, and regularly alignwith meteor tales          and imagistic showers. We are light wavesand white noise coming together          in poetic symphony. With long-handled spoonswe stir stars until they swirl,          then dwindle,                       open a crack in the universe,a swathe of galaxies, nanoscopic          sequins on the scarf […]

Petulance

The wind kicks fallenleaves around the garden,a petulant childwith a new pair of Wellington boots. Unlike the usual November grey,the sky looks grizzly,ready to burst into tears,one raindrop squeezing, droppingon almost dry washing. I shake my finger. Kim M. Russell, 25th November 2024 Image by Chris Lawton on Unsplash It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse […]

Us

It was the beginning of us,that weather-buffeted cottageby the North Sea, haunted bysaline spectres and seabirds. Out-of-season virgin beaches wereravaged by wind, foot and paw prints.Seal-stalkers button-eyed us wearilyfrom the waves; they seemed to know about teeth-chattering winters spentwatching the carpet rise and watertrickle down rain-blasted walls. Yetit was cockle-warming:   the damp, smoky crackles […]

Last of the Undersea Dragons

The sea is replete with the briny tears I’ve shed,which pour from my cave on the ocean bed. I’m bound with pungent seaweed like manaclesand studded with tenacious barnacles. When thunderstorms set the waves a-rocking,I rise to the surface, where fork lightning illuminates my scales of bladder wrack greenand coral pink – however they’re never […]

On the Wings of a Northern Nanny

It starts with skitter of claw and whirr of wing,a battalion of ragged cormorants wrestling wild,ends with a sudden crunch like bones or antlers. With a sense of being elf-shot – sleet’s sharp sting –we cling together, yet unreconciledwith nature hurling branches, bowling boulders. There’s devastation all along the windinghomeward path, up past the church, […]

Nature’s Not So Well Kept Secret

Behind brief, flickering shadows,the invisible bones of nature glow. Autumn sun burnishes leaves,like gun smoke their incense breathes. For centuries men have used their mindsto construct walls of different kinds to repel enemies and protecttheir property, kin and the rich select. But nature has a single secret,one she’s never very well kept: winter threatens humans […]

A Magical Paradelle

I have captured the magical glow of rowan berries.I have captured the magical glow of rowan berries.Their crimson-orange is the colour of a robin’s breast.Their crimson-orange is the colour of a robin’s breast.Crimson-orange magical glow is the colour I have.A captured robin’s breast the berries of a rowan. The barrier to enchantment is thus removed.The […]