My five-year-old grandson enjoys a Christmas treat of crumbly little pies filled with sweet mincemeat. Mince pies that are simple and always taste best don’t have soggy bottoms and have extra fruit and zest. My husband’s not a fan and I can leave or take thembut, like grandmothers before me, I would like to bake […]
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A Cherita
winter a fresh whitepage on the groundleaves are stilllingering lingeringleaves are stillon the ground pagea fresh white winter Kim M. Russell, 30th November 2023 Image by Andrew Ridley on Unsplash Today at the dVerse Poets Pub we are Meeting the Bar with Laura, who reminds us that we are ‘at the very end of November […]
flower
flow reef flowfollow flowerwolf roll lowerroll for woolreel of woewell of foolfollower of flower Kim M. Russell, 9th November 2023 Image of a wolfsbane plant by Josie Weiss on Unsplash Here’s another anagrammatic poem for Björn’s Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub, where we are playing with limitations in poetry.
(flawed) pirate
pirate eat a ripe peaa tripe pierip pear apartat a piera rapt riterat trap patterair arttip irate paterapt prat tripretire By Kim M. Russell, 9th November 2023 Image by Patrick Pahlke on Unsplash Björn is our host for Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub and he invites us to play with limitations in […]
Elegy for a Gentle Soul
Without a grave where, lonely, I can weep,an urn or box of ashes I can keep,her soul lives on in photographs and songsshe used to sing when I was very young,the ones I loved to hum to my own child,and hum them still while walking in the wildand windy autumn lanes, wet-eyed with griefand almost […]
Certainty
How can we be sure that our two hearts beat as one;that our two planets orbit around the same sun;that our footprints travel in the same direction?Do we share the same emotion? And how do we know? Kim M. Russell, 19th October 2023 Image by Filipp Romanovski on Unsplash It’s Thursday and at the dVerse […]
Five oak trees point the way
(i)Look out for magpies,five on my silver birch,they will laugh at youfor a while, untilyou have counted them all. (ii)Listen for the sound of acornsfalling and bouncingacross the roadwhere five oak treespoint the way. (iii)Follow the aromaof freshly brewed coffeefrom the pubin the bend of the road –it opens at five. (iv)Don’t forget to stroke […]
flamenco beat
I’m not one for dancingI soak up sights and writerhythmic poetryrecreate castanetsromance of sights and lights sitting in a cornerthe slap of clapping handstransforms into wordsthe dizzy whirl of skirtsSpanish fans, clapping hands Kim M. Russell, 21st September 2023 Image by Joana Cordeiro Ferreira on Unsplash This Thursday at the dVerse Poets Pub we are […]
Perihelion*
I am at a point closest to it, orbiting the narrative, eager to explore the setting, meet the characters, and find myself falling into The Book of Fire. It has a cover the colours of flames: red, orange and yellow. It is adorned with tears, so sad is the story. The author embraces sadness, loss […]
Take it Home
There is litter in the verges, there is litter in the hedges, there is litter in the forests there is litter on the beaches. Take your litter home with you, put it in a bin; leaving litter everywhere is an awful sin. Takeaway wrappers on the kerb, thrown from passing traffic, fester with discarded vapes […]
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