trailing shadows we hold each other’s handsgripping our bags listening for the bellevery daywe walk to school we walk to schoolevery daylistening for the bell gripping our bagswe hold each other’s hands trailing shadows Kim M. Russell, 7th August 2025 This Thursday is the day for Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub; today […]
Not Lost
We’re not lost in the woods,just walkingamong trunks and tortuous branches,where the trees’ chill breath gentlesyoung buds, leaf mulch and bark. We are surroundedby ancient guardiansand greening lungs of the earth. Pale light streamsthrough leafless canopyso dense there is no night or day,only twilight, our waylit by bright white starsof wood anemones,playing hide and seek between […]
Reflections on Silver
I remember, at the age of seven or eight, copying sentences and sayings, chosen by our teacher, from a chalkboard in neat italic, writing in blue ink with an italic pen. I can remember quite a few of them, but the one that stands out in my mind is: “Speech is silver, silence is golden.” […]
The Uncertainty of the Poet
She tries to see beyondthe contours of the marble torso, the pile of over-ripe bananasand the shadows of the building, to the boats by the harbour wall,the darkening sky and the coming storm. But her thoughts returnto sunshine and shadow, the dimple in the statue’s backsideand the bruised yellow of fruit about to rotin the […]
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 […]
On the Anniversary of Her Death
Like sky maps sketched in the bird brainsof flocks and vees of geesethat fly overhead, the contours and plainsof my late mother’s faceare dyed deep in my genes, a treasured stainthat cannot be erased.Outside, frost stiffens and silvers remainsof leaves. Again, I saygoodbye. Kim M. Russell, 24th July 2025 It’s Thursday and time to meet […]
10 years with WordPress!
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Sweet
They are lifesavers,those deep dark nights away from city lights,when we gaze at the Milky Way,ooh and ah at a starburst, and go to beddreaming of light travellingacross the universe to present uswith sweet delights. Kim M. Russell, 22nd July 2025 It’s Tuesday and time for Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub, this week with […]
One Black Day
It was like a raincloud was waiting to pour down on me. I had just waved goodbye to my oldest friend, who was starting a new life abroad with a man I never liked but, for her, I would have learnt to love. Black days, like bright ones, stretched ahead. Determined to forget them, I […]
Shark Eyes
Cold, dead and beautifullyblue as the depthsof the ocean,sharks have sinister eyesalmost as sharpas their teethin shady underwater. Sharks sleepwith their eyes wide open.Sharks have no soul;seeing only in monochrome,there is no colour in their lives,not even redin the blood they shed. Kim M. Russell, 15th July 2025 It’s Tuesday and, at the dVerse Poets […]
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