The first hint is a flurry of feathers,stitches from embroidered stars. A single flake falls, sparkles in the night,where a pale moon shivers. Morning. All that remains of the flutteringis a single black feather on white – a blackbird’s shadow taken flight. Kim M. Russell, 11th December 2023 Image by Risto Kokkonen on Unsplash It’s […]
Silver Birch
As the last ice age receded, birches set roots in stony ground, pioneers, trees of beginnings, the first in the Ogham alphabet. At Samhain, birch twigs drive out spirits of the old year, and here, at the end of the garden, my goddess grows, silver bark shining in sunlight and shimmering in moonlight, standing tall, […]
Clair de Lune
The lightest note breaksspace with crystal notes and takesmy breath away, like snowflakes spinning around my free-falling soul. Piano keysreverberate and echo in D, cascading angst-filled arpeggiosin a swelling tide of melancholia,a swirling musical oceanus. A spree of naked notes delightspeaking into rolling notesof sadly serious moonlight. And when it’s over, silence glistenswith spectral music […]
Cruel Snow
I was where I am when the snow began, on a lonely path across a field. The silence of snow is like no other, which is why I stood still, enjoying the gentle whisper of the first flakes. The snow grew heavier and the field soon disappeared under its blanket. I started to walk again, […]
A Cherita
winter a fresh whitepage on the groundleaves are stilllingering lingeringleaves are stillon the ground pagea fresh white winter Kim M. Russell, 30th November 2023 Image by Andrew Ridley on Unsplash Today at the dVerse Poets Pub we are Meeting the Bar with Laura, who reminds us that we are ‘at the very end of November […]
Give me a poem
give me a poem that tinkleslike goldfinches or thundersin a moor-gallop that beats like the wings of geeseor, on an early spring morning, dropsand drips like icicles that whistles in a windy aspen groveor stirs warm air like lacewingsand buzzing bees give me a poem that tumblesthe heart or ripplesthe soul please Kim M. Russell, […]
Hibernation
Before hehibernates amongrusting crackles of leaves,a hedgehog lumbersinto the garden.A cross-sketching of prickles,he heaves himself through a fence,a hungry urchinsniffing out earthworms,slugs and snails,ready to makehis winter homein a pileof logs. Kim M. Russell, 28th November 2023 Image by K8 on Unsplash I wasn’t back in time to write a poem on Monday for this […]
I love…
a breath of sea air,the wind in my hair,watching a seabird drift off course,then finding its way back home; the rich purple huesof heather, the bluesof sea holly and cornflower,the electric-blue feather of a jay; the loud rumbling purrof my cats, their soft fur,the way they trust me not to movewhen they curl up on […]
Avocado
The alligator pear, or avocado,has a green, leathery rindand flesh that’s soft and blanduntil you add jalapeño,a handful of chopped tomato,and a squeeze of lime. Mash it with a fork,add a splash of tabascoand you will concurthat the avocadomay have skin like an alligator,but it’s sweet and creamy as a pear. Kim M. Russell, 14th […]
Midnight Tryst
The garden is never silent:in a clear sky stars descant,leaves rustle, a distant owlhoots, and a cat’s on the prowl. It’s not dark. Fragile lightfills each crevice of the night,emanating from a silver balloon:my spectral paramour – the moon. Kim M. Russell, 13th November 2023 Image by Josh Miller on Unsplash De is our host […]
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