I haven’t smoked for years and sometimes miss sprinkling aromatic Drum tobacco on transparent paper, rolling them between my fingers, the lick, the kiss of flame, the inhalation as it ignites the tip – but not the frustration of peeling paper from my lip. Kim M. Russell, 15th June 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Category: Quadrilles
On the Slipway
A breeze slipped in from the ocean, placed foreign kisses on the boat’s prow and on a young man’s brow, promising so much as it skipped from wave to wave. It offered the horizon from the safety of the slipway. A voyage for another day. Kim M. Russell, 1st June 2002 My response to dVerse […]
Summer Fix
In blades of grass and leaves I feel the ebb and flow of chlorophyll, everything is soaked in bliss, fixed green by photosynthesis. Mother Nature welcomes June, she lights the fuse to start the fun with golden bursts of dandelions celebrating in the sun. Kim M. Russell, 18th May 2020 My response to dVerse poets […]
The Silliness of Cherry Blossom
Let’s take a moment to consider the seriousness of apple blossom, its fragrance and its durability. compared to ephemeral and silly blossoms of the flirty cherry, flashing her delicate pink frilly blooms and dropping them like spring wedding confetti from a fruitless ornamental tree. Kim M. Russell, 4th May 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
After the Flush
After the first full flush of the pink cherry’s blush, April’s shivering, brazen breeze begins the leisurely striptease, peeling innocent, frilly petals from blossom, and blossoms from branches, until all that’s left of bashful spring is the foliage of trees dappling and quietly greening. Kim M. Russell, 20th April 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
No more dancing
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 […]
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 […]
