I touch the computer screen, give you a virtual hug, shrinking the miles with smiles. Remember when I’d turn up the music and we’d dance, your child’s feet on mine? No close dancing now. I’m condemned to dance alone with too much space between. Kim M. Russell, 6th March 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Category: Quadrilles
Conjuring Spring
After dark months of hard-as-iron winter, cold and long, the first month of spring has been bereft of birdsong. Still, the vernal magic wand is quietly greening, scattered with white stars of snowdrops, yellow daffodils and golden coronas of celandine, conjuring constellations of sunshine. Kim M. Russell, 23rd March 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Apple Magic
Apple peel, apple peel, tell me true, who am I going to get married to? I waited too long before I threw the browned skin over my shoulder, and it wasn’t until we were much older that I knew my true love was you. Kim M. Russell, 24th February 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Persephone’s Fanfare
The morning walk takes us to an otherworldly place where winter aconites grow and butter the park like toast. They fill the air with a spring glow, Persephone’s annual boast, a fanfare to the sea swell, the burgeoning tsunami yellow of crocuses and daffodils. Kim M. Russell, 10th February 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Wild Fruit
In the garden centre nursery, young raspberry plants long to break free from pots, and run wild in soil: sharpen up their thorns, let their pale green leaves unfurl and plump up ruby globes fit to burst sweetly on our tongues – to be sprung! Kim M. Russell, 27th January 2020 My poem for dVerse […]
Tempest
The sea awakens as a kraken from steady in-and-out of sleep, rises from the deep, utters a staccato stutter of briny breath (with undertones of birth and death). Its growl grows, rocks and rolls waves into oceanic roar, a seismic tempest never heard before. Kim M. Russell, 13th January 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Winter Pink
At sunrise, the moon continues to glow, an orb suspended above bare branches, sparkling with frost and promising snow. Cracks in the grey let in the watery light of a new day, and soon enough the sky pinks and tourmalines reflect from frozen dew. Kim M. Russell, 16th December 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
