Before hehibernates amongrusting crackles of leaves,a hedgehog lumbersinto the garden.A cross-sketching of prickles,he heaves himself through a fence,a hungry urchinsniffing out earthworms,slugs and snails,ready to makehis winter homein a pileof logs. Kim M. Russell, 28th November 2023 Image by K8 on Unsplash I wasn’t back in time to write a poem on Monday for this […]
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Avocado
The alligator pear, or avocado,has a green, leathery rindand flesh that’s soft and blanduntil you add jalapeño,a handful of chopped tomato,and a squeeze of lime. Mash it with a fork,add a splash of tabascoand you will concurthat the avocadomay have skin like an alligator,but it’s sweet and creamy as a pear. Kim M. Russell, 14th […]
Midnight Tryst
The garden is never silent:in a clear sky stars descant,leaves rustle, a distant owlhoots, and a cat’s on the prowl. It’s not dark. Fragile lightfills each crevice of the night,emanating from a silver balloon:my spectral paramour – the moon. Kim M. Russell, 13th November 2023 Image by Josh Miller on Unsplash De is our host […]
flower
flow reef flowfollow flowerwolf roll lowerroll for woolreel of woewell of foolfollower of flower Kim M. Russell, 9th November 2023 Image of a wolfsbane plant by Josie Weiss on Unsplash Here’s another anagrammatic poem for Björn’s Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub, where we are playing with limitations in poetry.
(flawed) pirate
pirate eat a ripe peaa tripe pierip pear apartat a piera rapt riterat trap patterair arttip irate paterapt prat tripretire By Kim M. Russell, 9th November 2023 Image by Patrick Pahlke on Unsplash Björn is our host for Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub and he invites us to play with limitations in […]
Buckets
I would love to return to the seasideon a sixties time machine ride,where my sister and I used to playwith our plastic buckets and spades. I would feel the sand between my toes,watch the waves crash on the stones,and run down to the sea to fill my bucketwith water to pour in our sandcastle’s moat. […]
November Snow
Summer is a distant memory and autumn is already on its way out, but Morris the gardener has a huge task on his hands – clearing leaves from the orchard. He shrugs on his overcoat, dons hat and gloves, and makes his way across the soggy lawn and through the walled kitchen garden to the […]
Elegy for a Gentle Soul
Without a grave where, lonely, I can weep,an urn or box of ashes I can keep,her soul lives on in photographs and songsshe used to sing when I was very young,the ones I loved to hum to my own child,and hum them still while walking in the wildand windy autumn lanes, wet-eyed with griefand almost […]
On reading Heaney’s ‘Gifts of Rain’
The recent rain has left puddles,cars shower walkers with chilly wavesand tractors churn up mud. Burst riverbanks leave us in a muddle,fields and gardens lost, animals to save,as we wrangle with the flood. On the other side of the world it’s dry,all moisture wrung out, no dripping taps,just an arid cough of dust. There’s not […]
The Fall
Their lips touched in a moment of bliss,sealed in an unexpected kissthat vibrated like a note from a saxophone.Hours later, all alone,jazz playing on the radio,she realised that she had fallen,and that the kiss would never be forgotten. Kim M. Russell, 30th October 2023 Image by Chris on Unsplash Lillian is hosting Quadrille Monday at […]
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