From the melting mist on a distant hill,In a welter of water, there’s overhead whiffling.Then from unknown skies, skeins of geese arrive,twisting and turning, climbing and falling. There’s a green wave of a distant hill,It’s an ocean of grass where the breezes sing,And from unknown skies skeins of geese arrive,Twisting and turning, climbing and falling. […]
Tag: Form For All
Ode to November Rain
A respite from early snow, it pours from bruised clouds and makes the fields sodden.Drumming against my windows,I hear it in the garden,washing away words that robins have trodden. It gushes in the gutters,punishes the water butt ‘til it overflows. I listen as it muttersrhymes I never wrote—a refreshing respite from the silent snow. Kim M. […]
Diamond
He was wealthy, with a reputationfor breaking hearts and violencein his quest for love, not infatuation,an elusive gem in a mine of loneliness. Diamonds are darkling magnetsfor women of a certain kind;they attract gossip and rumour,but this kingpin didn’t seem to mind. He pulled each giggling, mindlessdebutante in a whirl of tipsy parties,always on the […]
Flocculent Pocket
At moonrise, balled emotionin my flocculent pocketunravels, creating constellationsfrom stars on my fingertips. In my flocculent pocket,a loose knit of present and past;from stars on my fingertipsa net across the sky is cast. A loose knit of present and pastunravels, creating constellations.A net across the sky is castat moon rise, balled emotion. Kim M. Russell, […]
Palinode to a Birds-Eye View
A journey doesn’t have to beginwith a fluttering of wings;I would rather not fly –I want to leave the skyand walk. I am not a rising larknor an owl that swoops in the dark;I prefer to skitter like a turnstoneamong limpets and cuttlebone,dashing up and down the shore.I don’t want to feather salt-washed air!I would […]
Vernal Rebirth
We’re surrounded by the dead and dying,tangled and defying, branch and tree like giant corpses nourish everything.Even sleeping trees can conjure growth into green froth of luminosityin village, city, copse and forest. From lifeless days under leaden skies, wewatch sleeping trees slowly conjure spring. Kim M. Russell, 25th January, 2024 Over at the dVerse Poets […]
A Riff on Infatuation
I have fallen in love with dragonflies, vicious predators that make me look a fool. I watch for dragonflies, and feel like a fool, transfixed by their buzzing and spangling. How those devil’s darning needles keep spangling! I love to watch them hover and flicker but summer light will soon begin to flicker, and the […]
Birdsong Bonanza
Dawn chorus is a wall of sound, wildest festival of the year; spring flowers and blossoms abound, and the summer will soon be here. When birdsong’s almost at its peak, dawn chorus is a wall of sound, blackbirds open their golden beaks to take part in the joyful round. Maytime magic is all around; in […]
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