Red Kites

They sweep the silvered clouds,wheeling and tumbling, a pair of stringless red kites,red-brown in an immense sky. Their yellow beaks and snow-white under-wings flash with afternoon sun, red-brown tail forks scything azureand pale yellow eyes scanning for easy preydarting through red-brown bracken. Kim M. Russell, 18th September 2025 This Thursday at the dVerse Poets Pub we […]

Seasonal Vertigo

Tilt-             edhead like a birdwith goodbye in its eyes,summer is about to leave usbehind. Ahead,autumn’s about to glow;a hello in its eyes.I feel the worldtilt-              ing. Kim M. Russell, 4th September 2025 I can’t believe it’s Thursday already and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are Meeting the Bar with Björn and cinquains. Björn says […]

Spilt Secrets

Shadows have been eavesdroppingon my dreams, sharing them everywhere,so now all my ancestral ghostsknow my hopes and fears. They have revealed the knots that burrowedin my heart and made a nest there,whispered unwritten poems and thoughtsthat I wasn’t ready to share. But, instead of wrestling coils of anxiety,I’m humming to a muffled moon like I […]

Eternity

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]