I have fresh longing to go for a walk by the river, where water flows like feathers, […]
Category: Quadrilles
Topiary
Trees whisper wintry secrets in the bare bones of their topiary, rubbing limbs with knurly suppleness, embracing silhouettes in their lacy canopy, growing side by side, content in their long marriage of species, a symphony of bark and knots, of sap and long-awaited buds. Kim M. Russell, 8th February 2021 My response to dVerse Poets […]
On the Way Back
She had swum too far, felt the power of waves tugging her towards the horizon before striking back to shore. On the way back, when she reached out her puckered hand, she felt like beach pebbles scattered by the sea in ever shifting sand. Kim M. Russell, 25th January 2021 My response to dVerse Poets […]
I Am a Swan
For years I feltlike a brown duckdabbling and upendingin poetic shallow water, tugging at words and lineslike duckweed and worms,pulling them into forms. One day, I felt the spanof my wings growand began to soarwith sonnets. Kim M. Russell, 11th January 2021 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Dabbling in Poetry De is our […]
Logs in the Basket
Logs are frozento the touch,land in the wicker basketwith a thud.Dusty damp coalfills the hodand newspaper crownswait to lightkindling in the grate. As yesterday’s newsgoes up in smoke,flames roar to lifein our inglenook. Kim M. Russell, 14th December 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: In the Inglenook Linda is back this Monday to […]
Don’t Fade Away
Yesterday’s pinkstreaks of cloudin the skywere remindersof the driftingin your eyes,the absenceof your spiritthat last visit,the Christmasbefore you died,painful remindersthat I can’t abidethe inevitableebbing tideof your sweet,pink-lipstickedsmile. Kim M. Russell, 30th November 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: The Dude Abides Lisa is our host and she says that she ‘tried to […]
Zig Zagging
Winter sun slants low, cold, white gold, casting faint shadows across the frosty fields, prettifying furrows and hedges and rusted plants around the edges. Is it possible to backlight a hare’s ears, making them glow pink as it zig-zags its way home this morning? Kim M. Russell, 16th November 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]
Sporous
Early raindropspatterand the blackmatterof the forest exhales,richand slow,happy spores that spread and grow. Exquisitemother-of-pearl,puff-balled and ink-cappedmushrooms twirla polka with scarlet dotted toadstools,at the annual fungus festival,tripping psychedelichappiness with fly agaric. Kim M. Russell, 2nd October 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Monday Quadrille: In Need of a Happiness Project Lille would like us to […]
Moon Mythology
Magnetised by northern stars, earth and moon dance together, tripping the light in any weather, one in shades of green and azure, the other radiant in shining silver, casting moon shadows on the water, son of Zeus and Hera and Hyperion and Theia’s daughter. Kim M. Russell, 19th October 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
This Blanket
this blanketis the colour of sunset it holds the warmth of fire glowcuddles me from head to toe is a place to read a scary storya poetry repository the cats adore it on my lapwhere they have a cosy nap Kim M. Russell, 5th October 2020 My response to dVerse […]
