A stone is a stone.it’s reached its final form,it’s shrunk, it hasn’t grownor gathered any moss, as long as it keeps rolling down an incline of some sort, unaltered, hard, solid, limestone, sandstone, marble, granite, a part of the Earth’s crust.Kim M. Russell, 21st April 2025 It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, with […]
Category: Quadrilles
Word Magic
What is this enchantment of wordsthat soar like birdsor hop from branch to branch?They are at their bestwhen they form their murmurationsand make morning declarations,feather fluttering,quietly mutteringon the wings of flight:a gift of magical inspiration. Kim M. Russell, 7th April 2025 This Monday we are writing quadrilles at the dVerse Poets Pub, and De is […]
Fresh Etchings
Nature has engraved the woodswith all the signs of spring.She’s left her mark on tiny buds,on blossom and the songbird’s wing.She’s greening trees and hedges,singing as she springs.Nature’s taken drops of sun and signedher name on everything. Kim M. Russell, 24th March 2025 This Monday, I’m hosting over at the dVerse Poets Pub with the […]
Giving Empathy the Boot
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 […]
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 […]
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