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 […]
Tag: Meeting the Bar
Seasonal Vertigo
Tilt- edhead like a birdwith goodbye in its eyes,summer is about to leave usbehind. Ahead,autumn’s about to glow;a hello in its eyes.I feel the worldtilt- ing. Kim M. Russell, 4th September 2025 I can’t believe it’s Thursday already and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are Meeting the Bar with Björn and cinquains. Björn says […]
Where are all the lost dreams?
Where are all the lost dreams when morning yawns?Its breath still clouds the sky,waiting for birds to announce the day. Where are the dreams that woke me up?I stir my morning cup of tea with a spoon,and find only a reflection of the fading moon. Where are the dreams we dreamed together?We are tinged with […]
On the Way to School
trailing shadows we hold each other’s handsgripping our bags listening for the bellevery daywe walk to school we walk to schoolevery daylistening for the bell gripping our bagswe hold each other’s hands trailing shadows Kim M. Russell, 7th August 2025 This Thursday is the day for Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub; today […]
On the Anniversary of Her Death
Like sky maps sketched in the bird brainsof flocks and vees of geesethat fly overhead, the contours and plainsof my late mother’s faceare dyed deep in my genes, a treasured stainthat cannot be erased.Outside, frost stiffens and silvers remainsof leaves. Again, I saygoodbye. Kim M. Russell, 24th July 2025 It’s Thursday and time to meet […]
Heavy Metal Heart
Metal heartDark down-tuned vibrationsReach to the very depths of my soul EchoingThrough the deepest cavernsSeeping salty into sea and soil I’m earthyWith your cross-leaved summer heathThick with cotton grass and sphagnum moss My blood singsFlooding all the sensesWith the beat of your heavy metal Kim M. Russell, 12th June 2025 This Thursday at the dVerse […]
This is the Time of Ghosts
Through lingering shadows of the past,times of struggle, revolution and dissent,they anchor themselves deep and fastto an increasingly unsettled present. Helplessly, they wait in public places,hotels, malls, and libraries where,helpfully, a librarian ghost traceshaiku as he escorts you to a chair. Eerily, they haunt crannies and nooks,entering museums and classrooms,easing themselves into pages of books,etching […]
Cupcake
Kim M. Russell, 15th May 2025 We’re meeting the bar with Björn at the dVerse Poets Pub today, and having a bit of fun with the shapes of poems on the page, something I have done before for a number of prompts. He tells us that concrete poetry “emerged from the major hubs of Concrete […]
First Bee
A boozy bumblebee flewfrom May blossom drenched with dewand alighted on the ledgenear a blooming hawthorn hedge.After a dour start to spring,flirtatious buds are burstingand daisies dance in the grass. Insects are parched for sweet sipsof perfumed pollen from lipsof wayward woodbine flowerstumbling from bushy bowers.A bevy of bees in Maywill be worth a heap […]
Children of the Brambles
Thorny limbs snatch at naked skinon the twilit forest path; glancingright and left, we seek knots of berries,black and shiny as jet, followingbrimstone and comma butterfliesthat drift like graceful ballet dancersarrayed in spectacular sunset hues. We dodge wasps weaving among spursand landing on fruit that bursts with juice;pick flies and spiders from the clusters,brush cobwebs […]
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