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 […]
Category: Quadrilles
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 […]
How Strange the Change
How strange is the change from those heavy gunmetal days that fall in the cracks between Christmas and New Year? How sweet the shift of chord from minor to major as mornings become lighter strewn with white and purple crocuses and a blackbird’s song! Kim M. Russell, 14th January 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Scrooged Again
It’s that time I fear, when we are expected to be of good cheer, like a glass of mulled wine or a pint of good beer, to dance with the boss at the company Christmas party and regret it the rest of the year. Kim M. Russell, 2nd December 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Spoils of Autumn
Autumn spoils us with its music, a seasonal soundscape of rain-swollen becks, leaves fluttering from the oaks and raucous, cavorting rooks echoing through the mist before winter’s deep silence grips the landscape and days stretch ahead taut as a tightrope above cold iron earth. Kim M. Russell, 19th November 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Tipping the Wink
Early morning frost snail trails – a forewarning of iron soil where musky fungi creep, bright orange and red speckled with warts, among naked trunks and sprout on rotting stumps, and milky bell caps rise from damp leaf mulch, wisely smiling and tipping the wink. Kim M. Russell, 5th November 2018 My response to dVerse […]
First to Arrive
Under the eye of the station clock she begins to pace, scans for a familiar face, eyes the pigeons pecking at breakfast croissant crumbs demolished at her feet. Too early or too eager, embarrassed when she finally sees him in the surge of crowd. Kim M. Russell, 22nd October 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
