Perspective in Yellow

Fields throbbing with electric yellow unfold to the foot of an ancient hill quizzically curved like Buddha’s eyebrow. The air zings with peppery pollen as rapeseed, with its Midas touch, starts to paint the landscape golden, and country people everywhere know that spring is finally here. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Sue Vincent’s […]


Words are silent until they’re sung or spoken; secrets and promises waiting to be broken. Words in CAPITALS are silent screams; words in clouds are hopes and dreams; emboldened words are emphasised, important words italicised – but all remain silent until they are vocalised. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: […]

Morning Murmur

Streams trickle and ditches chuckle with last night’s rain; it giggles in puddles in the muddy lane and glistens on the window pane. In the gloom of my morning room, where merging shadows whisper, I just murmur, pull up the duvet and turn over. Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]