My teenage passion was fingering frets, twisting my fingers into chords and positions, resonating the sound hole of a Yamaha. When telephone wire silhouettes strung across yellow and orange sunsets resemble strings, I regret giving up my dream of playing like Williams or Bream. Kim M. Russell, 17th June 2019 My poem for dVerse Poets […]
Category: Quadrilles
Rich Tapestry
Vast fields billow like an awning with stripes of green and brown, a landscape spring ploughed, rudely rich and ready for sowing: an elaborate rural tapestry to make a weaver proud. A few small stitches in the sky mark a lark that’s passing by. Kim M. Russell, 20th May 2019 This Monday I’m hosting the […]
Up Ended
I miss the freedom of childhood summers threading daisies searching for four-leaf clover turning an up- side down handstand against the wall dresses tucked in knickers laughing at each other’s frown that was an up- ended smile an omen it would soon be over Kim M. Russell, 6th May 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Embracing the Moon
You never fail to rise to the occasion. How often have we stood face to face? You, white balloon, and me not immune to silver- tongued charms. I wake in your embrace and watch you fade as the sun nudges you from the s k […]
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 […]
On the Edge
There’s a surge of crowd on the platform; the track looms too close for comfort and the train is imminent, according to the announcement, so I hug the wall, conscious of an icy spike of wind tugging me a little closer to the edge. Kim M. Russell, 11th 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 […]
