On my life’s journey I take a cat, for companionship and warmth, a deer, for quietude, and a magpie, for freedom and to seek out truth. Spirits animals shift and merge with shadow underneath a weeping willow, and what emerges from beneath the tree is me. Kim M. Russell, 2nd December 2019 My response to […]
Category: Quadrilles
Cracking the Egg
Inside the ovoid of her brain, only white noise can invade. She is an embryo, curled in pain, hiding in the albumen’s shade, until the pulsating membrane explodes and the fragile shell cracks. Now she is a blob of yellow yolk – agoraphobia’s cruel joke. Kim M. Russell, 18th November 2019 My response to dVerse […]
on this wide-skied coastline
jumbles of fens fields and dunes keep the sea at bay twisted trees bound with thirsty roots keep floods away in fading autumn light hedgerows exhale mist to cool the day and in the morning clouds scud and burst with windy swirls of rain Kim M. Russell, 4th November 2019 My poem for dVerse Poets […]
Quivering Leaf
A blushing orange autumn leaf quivers in the cherry tree like a toddler’s bottom lip before a single sparkling tear trickles down a perfect cheek and drops onto his mother’s hand, and she doesn’t wipe it away, making me smile on a windy day. Kim M. Russell, 21st October 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Pop Quadrille
the art of quantum physics energetically pops and fizzes on impudent protruding tongues bright and tripping acid tones orange, blue and green on Andy’s silver screen from the depths of velvet underground to a star man spaced out in outer space on Einstein’s face Kim M. Russell, 10th October 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Topography by Sunset
Crepuscular light falls on a grey lichen-covered rock face, illuminating a maze of micro countries, mapped but uninhabited to the human eye, until red turns to pink and purple, colouring in the outlines, and they burst into life: a fairy lit topography by sunset. Kim M. Russell, 7th September 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
October Banquet
Air and leaves are not yet crisp but dampened by drizzle. Still waiting for blustery autumnal air, the forest glimmers and jostles with lichens and leafy colour, glossy conkers, russet apples, bright red hips and haws: a fine October banquet for birds and squirrels. Kim M. Russell, 7th October 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden […]
