Here we are, planted,our feet firmly in the earthtogether with trees and shrubs and flowers and wheat and barley, just as green as shoots,as tethered as roots, untilplucked by unseen hands. In the meantime, look –a long-necked swan overhead,untethered, flying feathered and free and light and wind-borne following instinct,a seasoned flier, untilplucked by unseen hands. […]
Category: Poems
Silver
A shimmer of silver poemslights up the map of my heart. I hope they are not tarnishedas they cartwheel and dart across the page, turningfrom platinum to sterling, to a gentle silver mist, thenshadowing in battleship grey until blackened silver letters playand meander into words, form lines, rhymes, stanzas, odes,leading us down lanes and roads, […]
Counting to Eleven
As children we learn to count to number ten,slowly at first and then racing on ahead. Soon we are counting, in twos and back again,sheep in the darkness when we have gone to bed.We count the days until school is out and thendays until freedom of summer has ended.But we never stop at number eleven,an odd […]
rosary of words
i use words like beads to tellthe stories that haunt methey are strung on shadows of whati know is poetry and the gist of it while you sit and planeach word and line toan accurate death that’s what you dokilling your words with the sharpness of your newspaper prose while I am […]
Something Blue
like the small patch of skypeeking through a crack in the clouds or the twinkle in a lover’s eyethat you can pick out in any crowd. Blue like a host of forget-me-nots,a surprise among nettles and long grass. The blue that ties your tongue in knotswhen you remember something from the past. Something small like […]
Stubborn Words Fight Back
I – not thinking of youthis pronoun’s focus is meegotistical write – purple ink flowingwith the movement of a penstubborn words fight back on – what lies betweenthe switching of on and offno prepositions these – not those this or thatmaterialist humansalways possession spindrift – spat from cresting wavesLeucothea’s laundry’s […]
Let Me
Let me walk by a river without hurrying,let the wind and water chill my fears.Let me walk by a river without worryingabout pollution; let serenity still my tears. Let me walk across meadows of wildflowers,let the sun caress my hair and skin.Let me walk across meadows in sun and showers,embracing nature and storing it within. […]
Late Spring is a Wild Revolution
with its carpets of bluebellsand cowslips; gorse pods popping,pinecones dropping; an overexuberance of May blossomblooming with burgeoning butterflies: brimstones, holly blues,and pearl-bordered fritillaries. How soon it is over,giving way to heat and brighter flowers,an exhausting psychedelia. Kim M. Russell, 21st May 2026 It’s Thursday and Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub, where Grace […]
Beyond Blue
She spotted her on the ebb tide,in the narrow water of Dublin Bay, in the early morning crepusculeof an ordinary day, with tangles of sea foam in her hair – a mermaid or a water fay. She’d always wanted a soul sisterwith whom to dance and play; she wouldn’t feel so lonely,if she could convince […]
Sweet Buzz
It’s back again, thesoporific burr of beeshovering in the fruit trees thatmakes me want to sleep. I watch them burrowing insidespring blossoms. They ignore meas they take their fillof pollen. Lately, mytaste for honey has taken over my mindand I’m dripping withtheir sweet buzz. Kim M. Russell, 30th April 2026 This Thursday at the dVerse […]
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