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 […]
Category: Quadrilles
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 […]
What Lay Beneath
Once, the pavement was a canvasfor colourful chalk on grey.I was a street artist until the rain washed it away,became curious about what laybeneath. Grass and weeds promised a secret world of soil,ants, scuttling beetles,and an earthworm’s coil. Kim M. Russell, 11th November 2024 Image by Morten Jakob Pedersen on Unsplash It’s Quadrille Monay at […]
Other People’s Ghosts
They’re whispers of promisesto stay and watch over you,and never leave your side. They may be in wrong placesor different times, not yoursbut someone else’s. There’s no need to be afraidof an old promise madeby someone long dead. Kim M. Russell, 28th October 2024 Image by Steinar Engeland on Unsplash Lillian is hosting the Monday […]
Before Winter Draws Darkness
Don’t mourn the departing sun!Soak up apricity:its light caress on a chilly day;a puddle’s glittering surface;the spark of early frost.Capture light before winterdraws darkness over long nights,leaves our lips moon-kissed –light too sweet to be missed. Kim M. Russell, 14th October 2024 Image by Alexander Sinn on Unsplash It’s Monday and we are dancing the […]
Pigeons
I count a string of them on the power line:one, two, three, four, five pigeons,plump, grey, grumbling curmudgeons,comical and pearly – and with a loudclap of wings they explode,like fireworks that have lost their sparks,and disappear into the dark. Kim M. Russell, 30th September 2024 Image found on 123RF.com This Monday at the dVerse Poets […]
Vampiric
She savours the salty iron tangof liquid frothing from a newly-punctured vein,revels in claret tributaries flowing,returning again and again.It caresses her vampire lips,down her throat it slips,spooking addicts in the graveyard gloomand lovers entwined by her tomb. Kim M. Russell, 16th September 2024 Image of Geraldine Dvorak, bride of Dracula, from the 1931 film Dracula […]
Bending Towards Autumn
The cool breathof autumn rises from earlymornings laced with dew, the golden dustiness of pearlyharvest light, the heady perfumeof marjoram and wild basil, and the clouds of bluebutterflies that bend the headsof nodding harebells before they fly away. Kim M. Russell, 19th August 2024 Free image found on Pixabay This Monday at the dVerse Poets […]
Cosmic Jam
As a child, she’d capture in jarsladybirds, beetles and caterpillars,any interesting bugs – they always expired. She swooned at the full moon and swirls of stars,and tried to catch the cosmos in her empty jars.Now her cosmic jam’s most desired. Kim M. Russell, 5th August 2024 Free image found on Pixabay It’s the first Monday […]
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