I have never had pleasure in any kind of treasure and no sparkling diamond can be my best friend. But the peridot colours of an August garden delight me with greens and ochres, golden sunshine dancing in the sky, protection from the evil eye. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday […]
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Spiced with Autumn
This landscape is rimmed with mudflats, salt marshes and shifting sands. Stubbly fields smoulder with an ever-autumnal aura, tinged with incandescent flames of purple knapweed and sky-blue chicory, bitter and peppery, spiced up with the sweet perfume of crushed clover, wild marjoram and broom. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
Fading
The last honeysuckle of the year airs her fading blooms. They no longer exude perfume, nor do bees come near; their candy colours have faded, outdone by copper costumes trimmed with berry red and drenched with autumn’s overpowering leaf mulch scent. Kim M. Russell, 2017 For dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night I wrote this […]
Waxing Rhetorical
Have you ever said goodnight to a lopsided moon? Did you watch its waxing light illuminate the branches of a silver birch? Did you lower the blind on the mournful flute of a disembodied owl’s hoot? Or did you peer into darkness, hoping for a glimpse of its ghostly silhouette and to feel the soundless […]
Eloquence
My favourite poetic form is the dVerse Quadrille, with its challenge of a limited number of words, freedom of layout and choice of whether to rhyme or not. However, I tend to gravitate towards the sonnet, with its history, famous sonneteers and advocates, as well as its rules, which were made to be broken – […]
Evacuation
A chill murmurs through trees still wearing summer frocks stained with fruit and chestnut rust. Early morning mist conceals a fox on a mission to find rations. Marsh harriers fuel up for migration, fighter planes above the mere, forming shadow vectors over fields of brown-gold stubble and hedgerows grey with old man’s beard. Along the […]
Rewind
We shut the front door and rewind the day, reining in squally autumn weather, and watch the sky together as storm smudged charcoal clouds soak up rain from macerated mud and leafy puddles. For a quiet twilight moment, orange and scarlet sun reigns again. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday […]
Free…
as the molecular waviness of sky and sea busking elemental music; as cool sand beneath uncurling toes and wind unfurling strands of hair like wheeling gulls; as a ladybird on its way home, flying between blades of grass before it lands on my hand. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Monday […]
Book of Words
My note book is a testament to bitten nails, ragged and rent, and heretic bleed of cuticles not neatly trimmed and beautiful but ripped, picked and gnawed while searching for the perfect word, the one that shines with serendipity, arriving as an epiphany and written down to be used in stories, poems and reviews. Kim […]
Komorebi
When I think back to my childhood, I see the beginning of September filtered through horse chestnut leaves, a precious time before the first day back at school in shiny new shoes, with a new satchel, pencil case and, if I was lucky, a fountain pen. In those days, autumn had already arrived with a […]
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