Summer is nearly over when it comes tofruit, especially peaches. We thinkthey are so ephemeral that wemust keep them in the fridge so we candelight in their fuzzy beauty until we eattheir shimmering flesh, swallow apink and golden sunset.We declare ourselves convicted,guilty of a crime as old asLilith — sharing forbidden fruit. Weknow what we […]
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Tiger in a Tropical Storm (Surprised!)
They brought brushes, paints and canvas,so that he could spend his sacred leisurein the light, truth and happiness of paintinga surprised tiger and other wonders of nature.When I extend my gaze beyond the vivid huesof yellow, orange, red and tropical verdure(I’ve looked and found hardly any blue),I am thrilled by the way Rousseau capturedthe movement […]
As a Bird
Oh, to beas carefree as a bird:to hop,to fly and soar,and sing with a melodic trill;a morning birdsharing the wordupon a windowsill,in a bush or on a branch of a tree,just being carefree,being me. Kim M. Russell, 27th July 2026 This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub we are quadrilling without a care in the […]
A Whiffle of Geese
From the melting mist on a distant hill,In a welter of water, there’s overhead whiffling.Then from unknown skies, skeins of geese arrive,twisting and turning, climbing and falling. There’s a green wave of a distant hill,It’s an ocean of grass where the breezes sing,And from unknown skies skeins of geese arrive,Twisting and turning, climbing and falling. […]
Simple Treasures
These I have loved:half-light stealthily tip-toeing through gaps in blinds,mottled with shadows; mist and fog that drifts and creepsfrom field to field, muffling the rumble of traffic on damp streets; hues of leaves clinging tightly to autumn trees, the crunchunderfoot of those already fallen; lacy cobwebs wovenacross garden gates, strung with diamond drops of dew,sparkling […]
The Aroma of Dark Dreams
Without even a chink of light, I can find my way around your room to your bedside, drawn by your nightmares, the way they curl out of the open window and drift on the thermals of a summer night. I am the creature who smells your darkest thoughts, moving like a jaguar in the shadows. […]
My Ghosts
They have been with me since childhood,piquant little ghosts that haunt me. Their white bones long for words,the flesh of their existence. I call out to them in the dead of nightand, in a moonbeam of ecstasy, words appear, freshly-baked poemsrouse me, their mille-feuille pastry crumbling at the ferocity of my pen, a sweetnessthat may […]
From Earth to Sky
Here we are, planted,our feet firmly in the earthtogether with trees and shrubs and flowers and wheat and barley, just as green as shoots,as tethered as roots, untilplucked by unseen hands. In the meantime, look –a long-necked swan overhead,untethered, flying feathered and free and light and wind-borne following instinct,a seasoned flier, untilplucked by unseen hands. […]
Nettles and Bindweed
After several weeks of rain, the solstice has brought with it high temperatures and bright sunshine – accompanied by nettles and bindweed. The nettles are now taller than me and, as much as I like the bindweed’s white, trumpet-shaped flowers, known to children in the UK as ‘Granny-pops-out-of-the-bed’, their tendrils are winding themselves around everything. […]
Midsummer Dancing
Sun glints off a windowin the red painted house,while the dark wooden barnoffers quiet coolness,respite for the serious dancers,and those who like to chat,catching up with friendsand neighbours, thirstyfor beer or schnapps,in preparation for singingand more dancingaround a flowery maypoletied with ribbonsinto the long night. Kim M. Russell, 18th June 2026 This Thursday at the […]
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