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 […]
Sip
Is sipping from the Milky Way like sipping from a flower? I ask the bee and butterfly but they just buzz or flutter by, so I tip my tongue to the yellow button heart of feverfew and get wildly drunk on its pollen-sugared dew. Kim M. Russell, 25th February 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Osculation
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 […]
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 […]
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