Summer lingers: a few green leaves the colour of basil and fennel seed in thyme-scented September hedges; a flurry of saffron around the edges of a stilted, shrivelled sunflower; unharvested corn, a dirty ochre, and moon-yellow unmown grass gild autumn. A mural of flavour, a kaleidoscope of colour. Kim M. Russell, 20th September 2022 Tuesday […]
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Notorious Punch Bowl
In Surrey’s countryside, legend says that Satan lived nearby to the God of Thunder at Thor’s Lie, tormenting him by leaping from hill to hill. Thor retaliated to no avail, so he scooped up some earth to hurl, and created the Devil’s Punch Bowl. Kim M. Russell, 19th September 2022 This Quadrille Monday at the […]
Aphorisms of Hope Lost and Found
Hope is a bat hunting moths round a light only for both to be swallowed by night; it’s the sweet chime of birdsong, the patter of rain when summer has gone, and we can breathe again; it is the wash of waves and their up and down after static traffic in a busy town; it’s […]
Sturmfrei
Free of storms, to be alone, to do what needs to be done, to wander in the dormiveglia, from dawn to dusk and back again, I am content to swallow phosphenes, each scintilla, until ēniteō! I shine forth with gleaming light. Kim M. Russell, 6th September 2022 Another, shorter poem for this week’s dVerse Poets […]
Feuillemort
These first cool mornings are redolent with fallen apples’ sweet, rotten scent and dry grass littered with foliage. Flowers fade; leaves turn from green to brown with nothing in between, and crops gave up weeks ago. But this is not autumn. Nature’s grabbing what she can, counting the souls of every aliferous foliole before abandoning […]
Bee Poetry
I am the buzz of a be -e go- ing about its work, feeding its queen honeycombs of poetry, making her word fertile. I am a scratching pen, a tapping keyboard, going about my work watching bees on flowers, whiling away the hours, waiting for inspiration. Kim M. Russell, 5th September 2022 It’s Labour Day […]
Season of Choice
‘No blue without yellow and without orange, and if you do blue, then do yellow and orange as well, surely’ – Vincent van Gogh Spring is always fresh and new with gentleness of pastel hues so delicate, tender, newly born on a gentle, breezy, sunny morn. But autumn still retains the blue of summer skies, […]
Bliss Beneath the Willow
I’ve never known such heat to punish our small island as it has this summer. However, while all around us fields frazzled, some even burned, and gardens wilted, our sanctuary has remained green and lush. When the heat indoors proves too much to handle, I escape to cool breezes and shadows beneath the willow to […]
Elizabethan Kisses
Since summer’s wind has heated up our skin, there’s not a corner of our bed that’s cool, no furtive meeting of soft lips or limbs. Help me with caresses; play by the rules. Come winter, bring us closer with your touch, let russet leaves begin the year’s decline! Us mortals cannot stand the heat so […]
Tingle
In this stifling heat I conjure up the redolence of forest snow, the ice-trapped secrets of moss and fern, and the tingling overtone of pine – how I long to bottle it, make it mine. Kim M. Russell, 23rd August 2022 For this week’s Tuesday Poetics our guest host is Jo, also known as Worms, […]
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