New Year’s morning the first day begins in the same dream Jane Reichhold (1937-2016) unfolding from feathered fog spring starts to reveal itself Kim M. Russell, 8th […]
Enigma
We need iron in our blood to carry oxygen from lungs to cells, and yet iron left in damp air will rust and its shiny grey will crust with red. The earth is rich and hard with iron, mined for making steel, its solidity tempered and twisted into buildings, pylons and bridges, and its smoothness […]
The Last Day of a Winter Coat
a golden moment unfurling with the sun’s kiss yellow crocuses remove your hat, scarf and gloves unbutton that winter coat Kim M. Russell, 7th January 2010 My response to Carpe Diem #1793 New Beginnings: first day of spring In the second episode of this new CDHK month, which is all about ‘New Beginnings’, our challenge […]
And we begin again
The new year always makes me melancholy. The idea of having to start all over again is depressing, having been through it so many times in my life. I try to ignore it. On New Year’s Eve, I shut the curtains on fireworks and revelry, read a book and listen to music. The next day […]
New Year Promises
a new calendar promises of days to come green shoots of snowdrops Kim M. Russell, 6th January 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1792 New Beginnings: New Year’s Day I am so pleased to see Carpe Diem back with a new prompt for the new year. Happy New Year, Chèvrefeuille, poets and visitors! The theme […]
Grey
January is the month of grey nuances, banks of cloud rarely broken by sun dances, mornings when light creeps slowly in a shadowy wrangle with the unholy darkness of a moonless, starless night. The light of grey is never bright, but in a corner of the charcoal grey a flash of snowdrops greets the new […]
From the Young Poet to the Old
As my early summer sun sizzles into evening, on the other side of a mountain of poetry, winter chill has frozen your fingers to your pen or your keyboard, poems petrify in your head and there’s no escape. My season has begun to flow while yours has ebbed and, although the beach is empty of […]
On the Brink
In these final fading days, we are still entangled in the tattered threads of the old year, teetering on the brink while clinging to our hopes and fears. We take them with us as we lurch into the future, where we build our nests anew, weaving old threads with new, ready to sing our spring […]
dVerse Christmas Gifts
Merry Christmas, aged librarian, your gift is wrapped in rosemary and thyme to protect your memories from mould and dust and enhance your sparkling metaphor and rhyme. This Christmas gift, Boris, is wrapped in a hanky; we can’t afford wrapping, so please don’t be cranky. We need all our money to rescue the country from […]
New Day Dawning
Eerie moonlight lingers among broken trees and last night’s feathered singers’ dwindling melodies descend into kaleidoscopic dreams, leak into pointillistic skyscapes of fading stars, scattering promises of dew and dawn and the breath of a brand-new day. Kim M. Russell, 17th December 2019 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: New Year – New World […]
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