Each morning we sit here, a pair of old boots grumbling and preening grey feathers after a reveille of tweets and hoots has awakened us, whatever the weather. Anticipating a spring full of song, I rasp a throaty coo, try to sing along but in the corner of my beady eye I glimpse grey squirrels […]
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Ballooning All the Words
Dawn shimmered and rose, bubbling balloons. Green shadows breathed whispers, giggled ghostly leaves, skipping, dancing on a spring breeze, melting cloud, curling a grin, sparkling cues to let them in. Arm twisted by their journey’s scars, I open windows ajar to a spilling lullaby. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest Another dVerse Poets […]
Weather Balloon
Storm clouds jostle on the horizon, ballooning and glowering, they threaten to burst. They have banished the full moon to the depths of a lake and inflated a weather balloon, set it free to rise high above the billowing mass – it’ll be raining soon. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest My response […]
Babel
Heated squeaks pierce the twilight – bats again, with their different calls echoing off trees and walls. After the long silence of hibernation, they have found voices to argue, I imagine, about personal space and food. Who wouldn’t, after hanging so close together for the duration of a cold winter? Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image […]
River Sounds
The river gleams dully between trees and gate, tossing tethered boats, setting ropes a-jingle as they wait to be released among hissing reeds and creaking willows. A whistling whirr of wings underscores a skein of honking geese unravelling across high clouds, broken by the raucous cry of a black-headed gull, a permanent marker in a […]
Melanzane Parmigiana
My husband David is an excellent cook. He has some marvellous signature dishes and isn’t afraid to experiment when time allows. We love food from the Mediterranean, particularly Italian food for its freshness, rich flavours and colours. The first time David tried his hand at one of my favourite Italian dishes, I was transported to […]
Twenty First Century Tundra
Bleached whale bones radiate sizzling silence among slow dissolution and frozen indifference of icebergs. Vague swimming shadows in depths and shallows of ultramarine blue shun sulphur sun and melting beach. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Elaine Jones ‘3 Tundra’ image found on Pinterest My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meet the Bar with Impressionism Today […]
Outside the Window
Cat springs: an arc of fur becomes a blur from carpet to window sill. Cat lands between a vase of flowers and a photo frame, nose pressed against the pane, eyes following a fluttering flock of feathers enjoying the first sunny day of spring. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest This is my […]
Pub Crawl
Norwich once had a pub for every day of the year. Old Norwich boys supped at the Adam and Eve, and in the Angel Gardens. Taverns tracked artisans, life and livelihood through The Beehive and The Brickmakers, Dyers, Plasterers and Bakers Arms, wielding Trowel and Hammer or a fishing rod for the Compleat Angler, and […]
Treehouse
I am building a treehouse of words at the end of the garden where no one can find it up high among branches and birds, tethered by feathers and covered with foliage, plastered with poems and rendered with rhyme; as part of the tree it will grow over time. I am building a treehouse of words […]
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