jumbles of fens fields and dunes keep the sea at bay twisted trees bound with thirsty roots keep floods away in fading autumn light hedgerows exhale mist to cool the day and in the morning clouds scud and burst with windy swirls of rain Kim M. Russell, 4th November 2019 My poem for dVerse Poets […]
Category: Quadrilles
Quivering Leaf
A blushing orange autumn leaf quivers in the cherry tree like a toddler’s bottom lip before a single sparkling tear trickles down a perfect cheek and drops onto his mother’s hand, and she doesn’t wipe it away, making me smile on a windy day. Kim M. Russell, 21st October 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Pop Quadrille
the art of quantum physics energetically pops and fizzes on impudent protruding tongues bright and tripping acid tones orange, blue and green on Andy’s silver screen from the depths of velvet underground to a star man spaced out in outer space on Einstein’s face Kim M. Russell, 10th October 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Topography by Sunset
Crepuscular light falls on a grey lichen-covered rock face, illuminating a maze of micro countries, mapped but uninhabited to the human eye, until red turns to pink and purple, colouring in the outlines, and they burst into life: a fairy lit topography by sunset. Kim M. Russell, 7th September 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
October Banquet
Air and leaves are not yet crisp but dampened by drizzle. Still waiting for blustery autumnal air, the forest glimmers and jostles with lichens and leafy colour, glossy conkers, russet apples, bright red hips and haws: a fine October banquet for birds and squirrels. Kim M. Russell, 7th October 2019 My response to Imaginary Garden […]
Mammoth
Crumbling into the sea, we grasp our inheritance. The one remaining link lies deep beneath the waves: Doggerland, a path that mammoths dared to tread before extinction. Thousands of years dead, bones are their only testament: phosphorus to fertilise our green and pleasant land. Kim M. Russell, 23rd September 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Leaf Thief
The wind is boasting. I try to turn a deaf ear but it whispers louder, forcing me to hear about the havoc it wreaked in the topmost branches of the beech trees, and the leaves it has nicked and blown from there to here. Kim M. Russell, 9th September 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Stained Voices
Vibrant voices, though mute, stream with light from every shard. The silent congregation of intricate and ancient art, is animate with sanguine songs, a cadmium and cobalt choir intoning medieval psalms and Victorian poetry. Such heavenly illuminations are devilishly delicate, so easy to annihilate. Kim M. Russell, 12th August 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Cats Have Freckles Too
There are freckles on Mojo’s sharply clawed feline paws, one black full stop on each punctuating her silver fur, two sweet little hellos tattooed above her toes quite plainly for me to see. It’s how I recognised her on the day she chose me. Kim M. Russell, 29th July 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Worship
She’s a bright splatter of golden petalled bloom anchored in earth with her many faces in a single head. Her roots absorb toxins from the flowerbed as she worships the sun, tracking its movement across the sky with the loyalty of a lover’s eye. Kim M. Russell, 15th July 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
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