Like sea-washed shells,pink as babies’ nails,poems surf the mind’s tide,riding on the swell. Salty words spill overochre sand; greywhispers of sprayon pebbles, they write themselvesin the ebb and flowfor the poet to harvestbefore they’re windblown. Kim M. Russell, 22nd October 2026 Lillian is our host for OLN today at the dVerse Poets Pub, when we […]
Category: Quadrilles
A Wet Day
This is a daywhen corpulent clouds,pregnant with rain,screen the sky, grey outthe blue, puddle the earthand quench its thirst. Children in colourfulwellies stamp and splashin leaf-filled puddlesand domed umbrellasrepel plump dropsthat bounce and plop. Kim M. Russell, 19th October 2026 It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub and Lisa is hosting with Q 258 […]
Hands in Pockets
Autumn has arrived,with winter close behindand the cold is creepingcloser every day. But I have my cosywoollen winter coat. I plan to walk about,through wind and rain,fog and snow,hands in deep pocketsuntil spring comes around again. Kim M. Russell, 5th October 2026 This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub we are writing quadrilles with De, […]
Fragile Oddity
They hurtledthrough the icy silenceof spacefrom fragile constellations:sharp, hard, alien.To themtheir shatteringmust be like yesterday;to us it is the culminationof millennia,a joining of star-dots,when a rockcracksand we discover a xenolithwithin. Kim M. Russell, 7th September 2026 This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub we area writing quadrilles with Melissa, who says that X marks the […]
Protest
In the blistering heat of this summer, treeshaven’t given up completely:leaves have curled, turned brown, shrivelled –but they haven’t fallen. They’re protesting with berriesand an abundance of acorns. Squirrelshave been running riot, early scavengerspreparing for the onslaught of winter. Kim M. Russell, 24th August 2026 This Monday we are writing Quadrilles with Punam at the […]
As a Bird
Oh, to beas carefree as a bird:to hop,to fly and soar,and sing with a melodic trill;a morning birdsharing the wordupon a windowsill,in a bush or on a branch of a tree,just being carefree,being me. Kim M. Russell, 27th July 2026 This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub we are quadrilling without a care in the […]
Motherhood
A life is not amyth – itis real, the sacrifice ofa mother who had tolie in her own sweat and blood.That metamorphosis from woman to motherconveys what we have always known:a mother is the fallible goddess oftruth. Kim M. Russell, 15th June 2026 This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub we are writing Quadrilles, those […]
Blowing its Own Horn
In the momentbefore a poem comes,and you feel its presence,there’s a twinge of sadness, because you knowthat, once you’ve breathed inits words and writtenthem down in some shape or form, it’ll be out thereblowing its own horn. Kim M. Russell, 1st June 2026 On this first day of June, it’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse […]
Dogberry
Thorny climber dog rosemeanders among hedgerows: in springtime flaunting blushing flowers,where insects devour sweetest nectars; in autumn, a birds’ banquet of scarlet hipsand a source of healthy syrups. The Bard stole the name for his constablein Much Ado, comically irresponsible. Kim M. Russell, 18th May 2026 It’s Monday and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, time […]
Waxing Gibbous
Not yet full,she continues to growand glow, her petals unfold,silver and slow, unscentedin the night’s dome. Anchored to Earthshe cannot roam but she will wax gibbousamong constellations, a single bloomuntil she wanes and fades a flower moon. Kim M. Russell,4th May 2026 It’s the first Monday in May and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, we […]
