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 […]
Category: Quadrilles
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 […]
Expression in the Blue
One autumn morning,when I came down,the autumn skywas wearing a frown.A myriad of cloudshad wrinkled its browinto an expressionof not quite sorrow –nevertheless,the blue was furrowed –waiting for the sun to turn it to gold. Kim M. Russell, 21st September 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: The […]
How Many Times
How manytimes have I eavesdropped onyour dreams? Laid my ear on your heart asit beat next to mine? Strained to hear your hopes and fearsas they whispered behind sea blue eyes?Drunk salt tears from eaves thattell no lies? Kim M. Russell, 7th September 2020 A triquain quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub’s Monday Eavesdropping
Eavesdropping
i am eaves- dropping on the rain dripping and the leaves whispering spiralling autumn secrets in a richly coloured helix hoarding them in gutters leaving them in piles to rust disintegrate into delicate skeletons cart- wheeling into winter colliding with snowflakes and falling stars Kim M. Russell, 7th September 2020 My quadrille for the dVerse […]
Quadrilling a New Day
Yesterday was libraried, catalogued and fairystoried, night had diamonded while we were still in bed. Buttercupped beyond the shed, new morning mangoed into being, the dormoused sun almost refusing to shine and cupcake in the sky – and another new day began to dragonfly. Kim M. Russell, 27th August 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
This Summer is a Bummer
I never wanted a behindlike Kim Kardashian’s,no uninvited fussabout my gluteous maximus.I recently discoveredsuperfluous flesh,and am afraid to go uncoveredor wear a clingy style of dress.I long for autumnand a coat to hide my bum. Kim M. Russell, 24th August 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Shall we bum around a bit? De […]
Tales of Thorns
Hunched against twilight, unfurling brambles and briars arch with witch’s spite, wiry black liars that prickle and grasp. Night noises regale with twisted tales of thorns, the cost is just a drop of berry red blood to satisfy suckering roots. All is not lost. Kim M. Russell, 27th July 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Blueprint for a Summer Afternoon
We sat cross-legged on short grass that left a prickly itch on bare skin. Summer stretched out, […]
Roll Up
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 […]
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