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Category: Poems
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 […]
Sitting Tenant
I wish they’d told me about the sitting tenantwhen I bought this fixer-upper. A permanent presence, a silent moth of a housemate,an old creeper, a late- night slipper shuffler, who leaves the toilet seatup, the tap running and messages writ on the steamed-up mirrorwith an icicle finger and lingers on the stairslike cat hairs. I […]
Cry of a She-Wolf
A flash of amber eyes in the forest twilight—I answer with a growl. In the crepuscular dawn of teenage-hood,I am tainted with the tang of menses moon, a howl of hair sproutingin unexplored places. Nobody told me about the sweetnessof explosions in the darkness, lit only by moonlight on wolfish teeth.Will I be a good mother? […]
Early Thoughts
Morning’s breathclouds the sky before birdsong.Where are the dreamsthat woke me up?I look for them in my teacupand find only the fading moon. Kim M. Russell, 28th April 2026 It’s Day 28 of NaPoWriMo and today’s optional prompt was inspired by Victoria Chang’s poem, ‘The Lovers’, which is “short and somewhat shocking, bringing us quickly […]
Come walk with me
on the sulphurous saltmarsh,where a skylark wavers on the breeze. Listen as it sings a duet with the reeds,an unbroken stream of song. Look up and watchits spectacular flight, the way it soars to heavenly heightsand then parachutes back down again. Now walk with me, back up the stony lane;let us two leave the marsh […]
The Gathering of Poems and the Writing on the Wall
In dreams, another poem’s formed in a darkand silent room for an anonymous anthology.Poems map the seasons, track winter’s ragingfloods and untarnished summer skies. Stanzasstep like dancers across page or screen butthe audience is voiceless. In the morning,while out walking, seeking inspiration, I finda stubby piece of chalk on the empty road,consider hopscotch, but there’s […]
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