There is no such thing as completesilence. Just no spoken words.There is the muffled pad of socked feetacross the kitchen floor; the clock’s ticktock; the soft and loud song of birds;wind in trees and the creak of a branch;the hum of bees and distant traffic;white noise in the middle of the night;the low rumble of […]
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Forget Me Not
Gazing at flowery constellationsclustered around the silver birchby the back gate, friends and relationscome to mind in a surge of blue.I don’t need to searchmyself, my heart or mind for embersof memories. I remember you,and wonder who will think of me,perhaps standing beneath a tree,ankle-deep in azure forget-me-notsblinking here on Earth, while Itwinkle above them […]
Medusa at the Supermarket
A hiss of hairuncoilsas I avert my stare,lowering turquoiseeyelids, mascaracoated lashes brushingmy pale powdered skin.I’m in the fruit section;with one hand I caressa pomegranate,with the other I pushback the stray curl.A couple and their little girlknock me with a trolley, unawareof me standing there,the darkest sunglasses pushedback on my head. I peerat their shopping, turn […]
Homecoming
What a welcome home,greeted by fields ablazewith magical lemon rapeseedflowers; by roadsides singingwith choirs of golden garlicmustard, their tiny torches burning;the shiny butter of celandineand pale lemon-drop cowslips,once shy, but now fillingevery patch of grass! Kim M. Russell 29th April 2024 Image of cowslips by Tina Sāra on Unsplash It’s Monday, at the dVerse Poets […]
Plastic Earth
I’ve been thinking about getting a globe lamp for my grandson, so he can see the Earth lit up in his room and explore its mysteries and beauty. At six years old, he is interested in so many things and I would love him to extend that to geography and ecology, to look at our […]
Flocculent Pocket
At moonrise, balled emotionin my flocculent pocketunravels, creating constellationsfrom stars on my fingertips. In my flocculent pocket,a loose knit of present and past;from stars on my fingertipsa net across the sky is cast. A loose knit of present and pastunravels, creating constellations.A net across the sky is castat moon rise, balled emotion. Kim M. Russell, […]
Mareel
You are a sparkle in the eyeof the ocean of the past,a persistent glint on the horizonof the future, the sea foamphosphorescence of autumn nights.You give me warmth in quiet moments,smiles and laughter through the day,and strength to continue when lifegets harder; you are my mainstay. Kim M. Russell, 16th April 2024 Image by Tom […]
Strange Day
Friday is a strangeday,it’s a bit of a whyday.For me it’s the fifthday,and for workers it’s the lastdayof the working week. Fridayis unlucky, especiallyfor sailors. Black or Good,it will always bemy day. Kim M. Russell, 15th April 2024 Image by Sincerely Media on Unsplash It’s Monday and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, De has us […]
History Box
My box is made of cardboard,the largest of a trio I boughtfor myself: pale blue, adornedwith simple flowers, it hasa metal handle, and a whiteribbon to stop the lid from closingwhen I explore what’s inside.It’s a practical box. In my box are imagesin sepia, monochromeand colour, higgledy-piggledy,no order, like life. Theychronicle a family of fivegenerations […]
Does It Matter?
They had finished their midnight picnic and were lying on a blanket, fingers entwined, in the garden, in the middle of the night. There was only a thin crescent moon, like a brooch on velvet, but stars filled every crease and crevice of the sky, shimmering, twinkling and swarming. ‘It’s hard to imagine that stars […]
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