A splash of bluebells floods the shadow tumbled woods, newly soaked with morning scented rain glittering in the early sunshine. Gun-metal sky and silver- bellied clouds have sunk in the bluebell river, granting a watery wish for crisp chromatic colours, fresh and spring clean. Kim M. Russell, 21st May 2018 My poem for dVerse Poets […]

Inside a book…

the mind is free to wander, explore unfamiliar places, push boundaries of space and time, suspend disbelief and hide between the covers, meet new friends and lovers, populate brave new worlds. Pages and seasons turn and so we learn that when a book is closed and night shadows teem, the contents continue to wander through […]