Have you ever said goodnight to a lopsided moon? Did you watch its waxing light illuminate the branches of a silver birch? Did you lower the blind on the mournful flute of a disembodied owl’s hoot? Or did you peer into darkness, hoping for a glimpse of its ghostly silhouette and to feel the soundless […]
Tag: dverse Poets Pub
Eloquence
My favourite poetic form is the dVerse Quadrille, with its challenge of a limited number of words, freedom of layout and choice of whether to rhyme or not. However, I tend to gravitate towards the sonnet, with its history, famous sonneteers and advocates, as well as its rules, which were made to be broken – […]
Evacuation
A chill murmurs through trees still wearing summer frocks stained with fruit and chestnut rust. Early morning mist conceals a fox on a mission to find rations. Marsh harriers fuel up for migration, fighter planes above the mere, forming shadow vectors over fields of brown-gold stubble and hedgerows grey with old man’s beard. Along the […]
Rewind
We shut the front door and rewind the day, reining in squally autumn weather, and watch the sky together as storm smudged charcoal clouds soak up rain from macerated mud and leafy puddles. For a quiet twilight moment, orange and scarlet sun reigns again. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday […]
Free…
as the molecular waviness of sky and sea busking elemental music; as cool sand beneath uncurling toes and wind unfurling strands of hair like wheeling gulls; as a ladybird on its way home, flying between blades of grass before it lands on my hand. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Monday […]
Book of Words
My note book is a testament to bitten nails, ragged and rent, and heretic bleed of cuticles not neatly trimmed and beautiful but ripped, picked and gnawed while searching for the perfect word, the one that shines with serendipity, arriving as an epiphany and written down to be used in stories, poems and reviews. Kim […]
Komorebi
When I think back to my childhood, I see the beginning of September filtered through horse chestnut leaves, a precious time before the first day back at school in shiny new shoes, with a new satchel, pencil case and, if I was lucky, a fountain pen. In those days, autumn had already arrived with a […]
The Sight of Stars
ancient memories light up the night sky with a shimmer of astral dust yesterday’s magic scintillates astrology and mysticism a twinkling aura crowns the moon drunk with cosmic wine and weightlessness motionless in freefall earth is an afterthought a blue yo-yo suspended in the echo chamber of space while the universal orchestra plays a silent […]
Grandmother’s Shoes
She had a closet full of shoes she wouldn’t throw away, reminders of the comfy days when every shoe would fit. For me, it was a treasure trove of giant shoes for a four-year-old to slide across the lino, Ginger to my grandfather’s Astaire. I was completely unaware of the agony of her size three […]
Passion for Perfection
He glows with bliss, with an innate passion for perfection. Pressing fingers, his caressing hand lingers, a blessing on the wax sole of her right foot. Repeating movements endlessly does not destroy the spontaneity, the joy in recreating every day a corps de ballet. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]
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