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 […]
Category: Quadrilles
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 […]
Boxing Hares
I spotted them between the trees, ears like streamers in the breeze, striding with their long legs in enigmatic zig-zags to an impromptu arena of fresh grass, two mad March hares: an ardent buck boxed around the ears by an exhausted doe, surprisingly fierce. My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Thinkin’ Inside the Box […]
Seabirds
Sullen and slate-grey, the sky lights up slowly, in its own good time, rinsed with lemon luminescence, a bleached handkerchief embroidered with distant gulls. Smaller seabirds, snatched by the polar wind, flutter like leaves, tumbling acrobats that land and curtsey on salt encrusted rocks. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
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