with the familiar heftof the tome,the unique cover,anticipation of what’s inside. It’s the imprintof fingers on paperand the gentle flickof a page. Print marks magicallyconjure meaning,images, sounds and emotionsin the happy quietude of alone. It’s transportationto another place or time,into the mind of someoneyou will never touch, but you can love and respect,despise, accept or […]
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Feeling October
October days are feeling softer,the day beginning with scarves of mist and dewdrops, the sky now grey and filled with raindrops and the leaves like chameleonschanging from green to yellow to orange to red.A fleet of tractors rumbles up the muddy road rattling the windows. First wood smokedrifts skyward with the chattering crows. Kim M. […]
Behind the Sofa
Behind the sofa,among dust and fluff,is the perfect place. It’s just enoughto hide and keepscary monsters at bay. I suppose you thinkit’s a game we play,but let me tell you… it’s not a gamewhen they go BOO! Kim M. Russell, 6th October 2025 It’s Monday again, and that means writing quadrilles at the dVerse Poets […]
Under My Umbrella
As days get shorter and colder, weather wetter and wilder, I’m back in the habit of packing an umbrella whenever I leave the house. Your father laughs at me. “You’ve a perfectly good raincoat with a hood,” he says. “Umbrellas are dangerous when crossing roads.” “So are hoods.” I kiss him goodbye and emerge into […]
A Gathering of Wise Women
Misunderstood throughout historywe were tortured, drowned, burntand now, amid the intensityof climate change, plague and war,we have seen humankind at its worst. Forget the shamans,Mentors and Chirons,all male, muscle-bound,bristling with testosterone. You need us wise women,us Earth mothers who listento sky, air and soil beneath our feet,the quickening of the seasons’ beat.We understand the textures […]
Norfolk Paddle Songs
My paddle sings a song of gnarly bankside roots,of snagging water lilies and bulrushesof gurgling, drips and splashes. My paddle sings a song of stately swans,of graceful grebes and other waterfowl,of agile otters and shy water voles. My paddle sings a song of riverside pubs,of cottages, farms and windmills,of flat landscapes and a dearth of […]
Nutted
Last Wednesday, David and I visited one of our favourite places, a little out-of-the-way Norfolk village called Heydon. It’s a quaint old village, with only one way in and out, and it has a village green (very Enid Blyton), a few artisan shops, a pub, a tea room, a church and a country manor. Heydon […]
Don’t Worry
There is no art to happinessit just isa big surprisea giggle from deep in your soul. Don’t worry.You don’t choose to be happyit just happens sooner or latera happy accident. When you stumble on happinessembrace itgive it a big sloppy kisschoose it over everything else. Happiness will not pass you byit will linger a whilelike […]
A Quadrille of Rose Petals
They bloomed vividlyin sunlight,until a wind shook upclusters of roses,snatched themfrom the fragile bushand dashed themon the grass.This scattering of petalsconcealed unwritten words,romance in corollas;despite the thorns and storms,spilled poetry and perfume. Kim M, Russell, 22nd September 2025 This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, Lill is hosting the Quadrille with ‘petals’.
Red Kites
They sweep the silvered clouds,wheeling and tumbling, a pair of stringless red kites,red-brown in an immense sky. Their yellow beaks and snow-white under-wings flash with afternoon sun, red-brown tail forks scything azureand pale yellow eyes scanning for easy preydarting through red-brown bracken. Kim M. Russell, 18th September 2025 This Thursday at the dVerse Poets Pub we […]
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