In shadows between tall buildings,the homeless huddle, unawareof the oligarchs’ stony stare,of hands that rub together, grinsof greed and lack of careas they survey their monopolyof wealth and goods, give empathythe boot in their quest for piecesin the game, doff top hats in sycophancyas they drive their cars and cruise on liners,wasting resources and killing […]
Category: Quadrilles
The Significance of an Owl
I woke to a hoot in the dead of night,or was it early morning?On a branch outside my windowbasked an owl in silvery light.I’d hoped for a letter from Hogwarts, but no –so went back to dream on my pillow. Kim M. Russell, 10th March 2025 It’s Monday, and over at the dVerse Poets Pub […]
She Wears it Well
It’s a magical hue,indigo,teetering between twilightand midnight,blue and violet,the tint of an iristhat blooms in the gardenor the depth of an eye.Soft as velvet,it’s the colour of the moon’sfavourite gown.She wears it well. Kim M. Russell, 24th February 2025 It’s Monday and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, Lillian has us writing 44-word quadrilles incorporating the […]
February Snowdrops
There’s a frosty glint in the free-zing grass under the willow tree. Those small white drops, a glint of springthat always keeps me wondering when icy winds and sleet will cease,and hues of flowers will increase to make the garden zing. Kim M. Russell, 10th February 2024 Today is Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets […]
Random Words of Winter
you were a cold crone,Winter, dimming our thresholds –summer’s still a dream a dolorous crowbrings me yet another verse –see how words renew and yet we’re awareof cliffs, caves and salty seathe scent of sun cream *** While winter’s nose is still dripping,one memory will cause us joy,even when it’s getting dark by four: it’s […]
Almost-Spring
It’s that time of year againwhen, in the horologist’s shop,clocks argue about the correct timeor stopat some haunting hour to hintat lighter morningsand longer days,and long to springforward into bluer skies,greener branches and meadows,and more rainbows. Kim M. Russell, 27th January 2025 Image by Jon Tyson on Unsplash It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets […]
Waiting for a Verdant Cheer
The stale and sullen gloomof wood smoke, dampearth and bruised cloudsis still captive, clampedbeneath winter’s icy lid. We wait impatiently for it to lift,for the youthful yearto release springin a verdant cheerand confetti of bright blooms. Kim M. Russell, 13th January 2024 Image by Emme Kearns on Unsplash For the first Quadrille of 2025 at […]
Wordstone
I’m not a light-footed scampereron windswept beaches, however I’m like a ruddy turnstone, my ageingskin freckled and pebbled, turning words like stones and discoveringthe nourishment that I’m seeking: words and phrases, deep as the sea;a pile of eureka poems to satisfy me. Kim M. Russell, 7th January 2024 Ruddy turnstone, photographed by Michael Sammut For […]
Storm Sounds
Who’s that banging at the door?I was asleep and awoke with a snore. There’s a terrify crashing in the trees,and the wind is no longer a gentle breeze: it’s an ogre, firstly humming and growling,then a screaming banshee, whistling and howling. Kim M. Russell, 9th December 2024 Image by Alexander Andrews on Unsplash It’s Monday […]
Petulance
The wind kicks fallenleaves around the garden,a petulant childwith a new pair of Wellington boots. Unlike the usual November grey,the sky looks grizzly,ready to burst into tears,one raindrop squeezing, droppingon almost dry washing. I shake my finger. Kim M. Russell, 25th November 2024 Image by Chris Lawton on Unsplash It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse […]
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