Trolling

Each night in dreams I stroll and troll for pearls [of wisdom] with which to pay the mermaids for all the magical songs they troll [la la] to keep at bay the ugly troll (de loll] hiding in the shadows of the computer screen. Kim M. Russell, 25th March 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]

Time to Turn (a Quadrille)

Osier wands planted in November are almost trees. Now’s the time when we remember to pluck a switch or three of willow, white with soft, sleek buds, gold with catkins, sweet temptation to hungry humming bees, still drowsy and crawling from their winter sleep. Kim M. Russell, 6th March 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]

Sip

Is sipping from the Milky Way like sipping from a flower? I ask the bee and butterfly but they just buzz or flutter by, so I tip my tongue to the yellow button heart of feverfew and get wildly drunk on its pollen-sugared dew. Kim M. Russell, 25th February 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]

Osculation

just one kiss that lingers like salt on chapped lips will be etched forever a souvenir of gentle fingers a heart that skips a holding of breath until lungs are fit to burst a ghostly tingle that echoes in each little kiss that follows Kim M. Russell, 11th February 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]

Tea this Afternoon

Fill the kettle, click the switch. take the mug (with the words: ‘Some people make the world more special just by being in it’), and steep a lemon, ginger and manuka honey teabag in boiling water. Don’t sip yet, just breathe its aromatic hug. Kim M. Russell, 28th January 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]