Rapeseed flowers and summerare no longer yellow, ratherbushy, their pods buffed and brittle.Wheat and emotions bristle,stalks and stubble stiffly sway,growing more bleached every day.We wait, baskets filled with apples,watching as the season dapples,before autumn’s fruity, rosy huestip us into winter blues. Kim M. Russell, 13th August 2024 Image by Julia Kicova on Unsplash It’s Tuesday […]
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At the Prater
We met at the old Prater Ferris wheel on a chilly September afternoon. The aroma of Vienna sausage and the fairground music drifting on the wind were tinged with melancholy. We watched families and young couples fill the wooden cabins before wandering off to a café, where he ordered us both a hot chocolate with […]
All of Me
In a single hourof August moonrise,she steals all of me,lured by her silver glow.Time seems to stand still;I bask in her light show,and the deeper I dive,succumb to her moonbow. I can’t mourn the theftof my inner soul;moon, take all of me,I’ll treasure what is left.I stand in moonlight,baptised, not bereft.Unabashed, I know,I stand naked […]
Ephemerality of Dreams
The memory of a dreamfades like a moonbeamtip-toeing quietly away,or an ephemeral flickeringmoth in a flame, singedin the cruel awakeningat break of day. Kim M. Russell, 6th August 2024 Image by Tim Bernhard on Unsplash This Tuesday at the dVerse Poets Pub we have a guest host for Poetics, Truedessa, who would like us to […]
Cosmic Jam
As a child, she’d capture in jarsladybirds, beetles and caterpillars,any interesting bugs – they always expired. She swooned at the full moon and swirls of stars,and tried to catch the cosmos in her empty jars.Now her cosmic jam’s most desired. Kim M. Russell, 5th August 2024 Free image found on Pixabay It’s the first Monday […]
Grief on my Shoulder
Grief perches on my shoulder,as I remember you perchingon the windowsill of life,not ready to spread your wings,still tethered by earthly things. Our goodbye was brutal, no words,just an unbidden memoryof swimming at the local pool,your strong hands buoying me. There are times, left alone with thoughtsand memories, when griefsneaks up, a vulgar thiefof quietude. […]
Olympics and Me
When I was young, I loved athletics, as it didn’t involve throwing or catching a ball, or a whole team of other people. While sprinting, I was in the zone, on my own, with the finish in sight. Long jump was another event I enjoyed and was good at, and swimming. I can no longer […]
Scarlet Pimpernel
I seek it here, I seek it there,a natural forecaster of showers,like a child’s drawing of red flowers,a childhood memory to share.I seek it here, I seek it there. When I was young, I spent idle hoursobserving tiny scarlet flowerswhich seemed to grow most everywhere.I seek it here, I seek it there. This summer, perfumes […]
Feeding Horses in the Snow
Snow spilled into her boots, over her socks, freezing her toes. She’d risen late, tricked by the shadowy darkness of snow piled up to the gutter. They would be hungry, stamping on frozen ground, their hooves a hollow sound.They couldn’t graze. Her husband had released them before work; by the time she’d crunched through the […]
A Very British Summer
It arrives with the sparkle and sweetnessof lemonade, echoes of cricketon the green, and scents of mown grassand public swimming pool. Butbehind the summer shimmerthere’s a threatening glimmerof thunderstorms and torrential rainto send us back indoors again. Kim M. Russell, 22nd July 2024 Image by Urban Vintage on Unsplash This Monday, De is hosting the […]
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