I stepped outside last night,hoping to see a skyfull of stars.One of the cats slinked out behindme. She didn’t mindthat it was dark. To meit was ominous and black. A breezeplayed tunes in the chimeshanging from the willow tree,but not a star was there to be seen.An owl hooted from the silverbirch, but there was […]
Month: February 2025
Thinking about water while swimming in the pool
I break its surfacefeel its pearls roll down my skinI surge forward pressing palms togetherand in an outward circular stroke feeling the resistance of this chemical compoundfeeling its enormitysensing its presence in my bodyand around the eartha drop eroding s t o n ea refreshing GUSHa destructive W A V Ea treasure troveof pearl and […]
She Wears it Well
It’s a magical hue,indigo,teetering between twilightand midnight,blue and violet,the tint of an iristhat blooms in the gardenor the depth of an eye.Soft as velvet,it’s the colour of the moon’sfavourite gown.She wears it well. Kim M. Russell, 24th February 2025 It’s Monday and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, Lillian has us writing 44-word quadrilles incorporating the […]
Madrigal Muse
A ripple stream flowed steadfastly through snowand came out on the other side of spring,its bubbles lit by sunshine, brightly sparkling. A faithful friend, in winter it was slow,a muse on chilly days while walking;a ripple stream flowed steadfastly through snowand came out on the other side of spring. My lover waits down where the […]
Stormy Sea
It’s a battle between umber cloudin a fiery orange and indigo skyand the raging sea crownedwith frosty foam – gods tossingboats between them like toys. And where are the buoys,the safe places for those thrownoverboard? Who know what liesbeneath the waves, what monsterscircle? Or are the monsters aboardthe ships, ignoring the gods,believing that they are […]
A Parka for Your Soul
I hadn’t seen Miranda since school. We sat together, walked home together, and wrote poetry in her bedroom, which she didn’t have to share with siblings. I spotted her on the pavement, shivering cross-legged on a folded-up cardboard box. Matted hair poked out of a beanie. She wore a tatty jumper; there was no coat […]
Heart-Shaped Spud
I give you a humble potato,imperfect and caked in soil,ready to be bathed in clear water,it’s knobbles caressed and cherished. So versatile is the potato,it can be whatever you will,roasted, mashed, fried. To you I offera dish of Dauphinoise – embellished with garlic and cream, sliced potatocheesy with Gruyere, sprinkled with dill,slow-cooked until crispy on […]
To Steph
My dear,I’ll keep this short and sweet,like you, and the tartes au citron we’d eat,and the wine we’d drink in summer sunon rickety chairs in your garden. We’d giggle, laugh and sometimes sing,and often end up wonderingif passers-by could hear and smile at the love and fun we shared for a while. I missed you […]
February Snowdrops
There’s a frosty glint in the free-zing grass under the willow tree. Those small white drops, a glint of springthat always keeps me wondering when icy winds and sleet will cease,and hues of flowers will increase to make the garden zing. Kim M. Russell, 10th February 2024 Today is Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets […]
Sparrows in the Garden
As light returns, in dozing green,never a sparrow to be seen. Never in tangles of rusty fernsnor hedges rich with pungent tannincurled with smoke where bonfires burnin dozing green, as light returns. Outside the window, on fence and ledge,some chase each other in the hedge,or hide and seek in the curly willow.Too small to see, they’re […]
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