They bloomed vividlyin sunlight,until a wind shook upclusters of roses,snatched themfrom the fragile bushand dashed themon the grass.This scattering of petalsconcealed unwritten words,romance in corollas;despite the thorns and storms,spilled poetry and perfume. Kim M, Russell, 22nd September 2025 This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, Lill is hosting the Quadrille with ‘petals’.
Category: Quadrilles
So Much More
So much more has becomeof tiny, briny crystals, salty tearscollecting on seaweed or in oyster shellsto conjure shiny pearls. Rising to the surface,they’re tossed in storms,ebb and flow out of reach,or delight us on sandcastles on a beach. Kim M. Russell, 8th September 2025 Monday has come around again, and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, […]
A Glorious Rumpus
This August has been a gloriousrumpusa van Gogh paletteof blues, greens and ochres. The little apple tree is a woven buzzof waspish ruckusas premature apples causea sugary fuss. Stubbled fields hum with heat.Tired sunflowers bend heads, deadbeat. Kim M. Russell, 25th August 2025 Today I’m hosting Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub and we’re […]
A Clattering in the Garden
There are jackdaws in the gardenplaying hide-and-seekin the willow and the birch congregatingjabberingflying jet-black jazz handsflappingsigning communicating the messagethat autumn is already knockingon the year’s door warning us that leavesand acorns willfall once more Kim M. Russell, 11th August 2025 It’s Monday and at the dVerse Poets Pub we are writing quadrilles, poems of exactly […]
Fishing the Moon
She is puckered up like a strange kissin the mourning jet of midnight’s pond. She quivers her fins, a shimmering silver moonfishin a Piscean circle, meeting herself mirrored among ripples, before she sinks like a stonefishinto sad little couplets of morning. Kim M. Russell, 28th July 2025 It’s Monday and time for us to write […]
The Return
The click of the keyturning in the lockis always a surprise,as if I don’t belong,or the key’s wrong.The door opens,the dust settles,I make a cup of tea,put my feet up and inhalethe scent of home. Kim M. Russell, 14th July 2025 I’m happy to be returning to the dVerse Poets Pub today after two weeks […]
Second Sight
The future was honest, once. A watcher of the skies,I view my wasting skin. Vision may be a part of sight’sdazzling when a new planet swims into view. I close my eyes, the universe is less bright,faked by sleeping’s second sight. Kim M. Russell, 16th June 2025 I’m hosting the Quadrille at the dVerse Poets […]
A Peek over the Horizon
It’s five o’clock:a patch of sky unfolds hueslike Italian paper,marbled mauves and blues. Peeking over the horizon,a new dawn breaks;by sunrise,the wrinkled ocean wakes,stifles a yawn, wraps the beach in waves and sky:Nature’s early morning surprise. Kim M. Russell, 2nd June 2025 Monday has come round again with the quadrille at dVerse, the virtual pub […]
Puckered
The moon’s puckered upfor a strange kiss; her gut’s a quiet riot of butterflies,full of uncertain promise. Now the rumpus of spring is overand blossom-pink has turned to sad-brown, the moon and I are waitingfor an explosion of summer flowers. Kim M. Russell, 19th May 2025 Today, at the dVerse Poets Pub, I’m hosting the […]
A Walk in Spring Woods
The air is heavy with aromatic leafy tanglein the waking woods,where boughs and twigs are sprouting green,pale at first,and richer by the day.Here and there, floral notes pervade,pink clouds of blossomand bluebell carpets colouring up the scene. Kim M. Russell, 5th May 2025 It’s Monday and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, time for that poetic […]
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