How strange is the change from those heavy gunmetal days that fall in the cracks between Christmas and New Year? How sweet the shift of chord from minor to major as mornings become lighter strewn with white and purple crocuses and a blackbird’s song! Kim M. Russell, 14th January 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Category: Quadrilles
Scrooged Again
It’s that time I fear, when we are expected to be of good cheer, like a glass of mulled wine or a pint of good beer, to dance with the boss at the company Christmas party and regret it the rest of the year. Kim M. Russell, 2nd December 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Spoils of Autumn
Autumn spoils us with its music, a seasonal soundscape of rain-swollen becks, leaves fluttering from the oaks and raucous, cavorting rooks echoing through the mist before winter’s deep silence grips the landscape and days stretch ahead taut as a tightrope above cold iron earth. Kim M. Russell, 19th November 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Tipping the Wink
Early morning frost snail trails – a forewarning of iron soil where musky fungi creep, bright orange and red speckled with warts, among naked trunks and sprout on rotting stumps, and milky bell caps rise from damp leaf mulch, wisely smiling and tipping the wink. Kim M. Russell, 5th November 2018 My response to dVerse […]
First to Arrive
Under the eye of the station clock she begins to pace, scans for a familiar face, eyes the pigeons pecking at breakfast croissant crumbs demolished at her feet. Too early or too eager, embarrassed when she finally sees him in the surge of crowd. Kim M. Russell, 22nd October 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Reflections on Rotten
Lemon brashness softens and blooms into the livid greens and blues of a mouldy citrus bruise. Once it was firm and glossy, oiled with fruity essence; it has become its own reflection, silently exhaling spores that dance a tango with a fading summer scent. Kim M. Russell, 16th October 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Sharing
Our cats are generous, they really like to share, filling the house with litter smells and their moulted hair. The yuckiest thing they share with us is left outside the house: the bloody feathers of a bird or the insides of a chewed-up mouse. Kim M. Russell, 8th October 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Friendly Harbour
After months at sea, I find I’m still afloat. In the distance, I can see fishermen’s huts and friendly boats limping along the unforgiving coast. I see the shore, a busy harbour crowded with twinkling lights, welcoming on such a night, guiding me home. Kim M. Russell, 24th September 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Quick
How quickly time passes, cuts to the quick of a quick lifetime of the quick and the dead, fills us with dread. Only the quick understand that, although our ashes and dust filter back into the earth, our souls dance on in the universe. Kim M. Russell, 10th September 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Mole
“The poetry of the earth is never dead.” John Keats the earth is baked the grass long gone from fissured fields earth trickles through my fingers in shades […]
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