Eternity is the great unknown, a breathbeyond the stars, and life and death, a shimmering black holewaiting to swallow us whole, together with all our thoughts, it seems,our hopes, desires and dreams. In dreams, we travel through timeand space, a place sublime, and maybe catch a glimpseof eternity. But they are mere blinks of our […]
Month: August 2025
A Glorious Rumpus
This August has been a gloriousrumpusa van Gogh paletteof blues, greens and ochres. The little apple tree is a woven buzzof waspish ruckusas premature apples causea sugary fuss. Stubbled fields hum with heat.Tired sunflowers bend heads, deadbeat. Kim M. Russell, 25th August 2025 Today I’m hosting Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub and we’re […]
Where are all the lost dreams?
Where are all the lost dreams when morning yawns?Its breath still clouds the sky,waiting for birds to announce the day. Where are the dreams that woke me up?I stir my morning cup of tea with a spoon,and find only a reflection of the fading moon. Where are the dreams we dreamed together?We are tinged with […]
Hat
She had been praying so long for rain to come.Wilting under the glare of a punishing sun,she took her eye off the ball, the first time that week.A drop bounced off her head, trickled down her cheek, an unexpected tear in the thick dust of the dry season.Monochrome clouds rolled in fast across the sky,and […]
August Wandering
This room is quiet.I’m alone in the house –except for a catasleep under the bed upstairs.White noise pervades,maybe it’s tinnitus, but it’s calming,like crickets in summer-baked grass.The carpet I vacuumed yesterdayhas the coloured of wheat,it’s soft underfoot –until I wander onto the tiled floorof the kitchen, hard and cool.The fridge is humming the same old […]
Secrets
The last raindrops drip from the leaves with a slowing rhythm, so Maude closes and shakes her umbrella, and continues along the brick-weave path. Her father designed many gardens before he was diagnosed with dementia and eventually disappeared from her life, and she only recently discovered the key to the ornate gate to this garden, […]
Splendour
Throughout summer,there are countless shadesof green and shapesof leaves, textures of bark.Some grow tall, while others revelin their stunted hunchbacks,sculpted by weather. While scrawny sunflowerscomplain about their lastdance with the sun,trees smile and limber upfor the golden splendourstored in their roots,their hidden autumn treasure. Kim M. Russell, 14th August 2025 This Thursday at the dVerse […]
A Clattering in the Garden
There are jackdaws in the gardenplaying hide-and-seekin the willow and the birch congregatingjabberingflying jet-black jazz handsflappingsigning communicating the messagethat autumn is already knockingon the year’s door warning us that leavesand acorns willfall once more Kim M. Russell, 11th August 2025 It’s Monday and at the dVerse Poets Pub we are writing quadrilles, poems of exactly […]
On the Way to School
trailing shadows we hold each other’s handsgripping our bags listening for the bellevery daywe walk to school we walk to schoolevery daylistening for the bell gripping our bagswe hold each other’s hands trailing shadows Kim M. Russell, 7th August 2025 This Thursday is the day for Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub; today […]
Not Lost
We’re not lost in the woods,just walkingamong trunks and tortuous branches,where the trees’ chill breath gentlesyoung buds, leaf mulch and bark. We are surroundedby ancient guardiansand greening lungs of the earth. Pale light streamsthrough leafless canopyso dense there is no night or day,only twilight, our waylit by bright white starsof wood anemones,playing hide and seek between […]
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