She smiles a satisfied sliverat the burgeoning bountyof hedgerow berries:deep blue bilberries,shiny blackberries,scarlet hips and haws.The scent of summer has fadedalong with the tarnished rose blooms,leaving a fruity sweetnessand the tang of a blue moon. Kim M. Russell, 4th September 2023 Image by Gina Hamm on Unsplash I’m hosting the Quadrille over at the dVerse […]
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Last Morning Before Autumn
Three o’clock finds me up early,unsettled by hoots, shivery calls and a swirlyglittering dome of stars in obsidian sky. Pale clouds wisp across fathomless darkand an owl magically curves an arc,low and slow, before it lands on the bark of an ancient tree. And then there’s me,face pressed against cold glass to seewhat I can […]
Fragile Bonds and Lipstick Smears
Deceived by a cancerous two-faced moon,I believed in the thickness of blood –until she broke the fragile bond of sisterhood. Nothing can stop these grief tides,the splash of sorrowand its constant ebb and flow. In the density of salt water,on the tempest of my grief,my heart is tossed like a leaf. With her glossy slick […]
Once in a Super Blue Moon
In the wee hours of a late summer morning, I wake up to a full moon, a huge lantern outside the window. Its beams penetrate the slats of the blinds, sending moon shadows dancing on the wall, painting the cat silver as she sleeps at the end of the bed. I pad downstairs and it […]
Message in a Bottle Revisited
his poem a bottle blue glass glittering in the sand washed up on sea swell salt and power ebb and crash on a distant beach buried in sediment until a girl’s bare foot stumbled upon a jewel hidden well among stones and shells its tattered label washed by the tide the message inside cryptic and […]
Pine Forest
The silence is like falling snow, no fluttering leaves to let us know that they are there. These stalwart giants grow in ranks, an army of coniferous darkness. Slow and steadfast, they sew with aromatic needles a pine forest that secretly longs to glow. Kim M. Russell, 21st August 2023 Image by Gustav Gullstrand on […]
Take it Home
There is litter in the verges, there is litter in the hedges, there is litter in the forests there is litter on the beaches. Take your litter home with you, put it in a bin; leaving litter everywhere is an awful sin. Takeaway wrappers on the kerb, thrown from passing traffic, fester with discarded vapes […]
Bird Seasons
Spring’s symphony is longover. Birds that filled everytree and bush with songare now hushed,and the dawn chorusis stifled by long hot days. A garden chiffchaffgives a final flourish,knowing that autumnand then winter will rushin, only in a matter of weeks,on a lonely crow’s cawand a tawny owl’s shrieks. Kim M. Russell, 15th August 2023 Image […]
The Day the Traffic Stood Still
For weeks there had been an unusual increase in activity in the night sky, which had begun to leak into daytime; massive meteors, fiery shooting stars and UFOs were reported every day, and crowds of people were leaving urban areas for mountains, coastal and forest regions, causing chaos in all kinds of traffic. Holding its […]
Grandma and the Red Umbrella
Whether it’s for protectionfrom the bullion blazeof the sun or acidic city rain,the red umbrella draws the gazeof everyone on Grandma’s street. It’s with her whenever she goes out,furled or unfurled, swung or twirled,you can see her coming in the distance,dancing and tripping on the pavement. She is the personification of jolly,always ready for gossip […]
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