Trees and power lines are punctuated with birds, musically annotating the new season’s words, collecting feathers in all kinds of weather, hollow bones and loquacious song. They’ve carried it all winter long spring’s scent on their wings, essence of the vernal, hope of life eternal. Hope of life eternal, essence of the vernal, spring’s scent […]
Tag: Meeting the Bar
Two AI Micro Poems
Mist – A Haiku translucent dawninga light, flimsy mist swallowspieces of old cardboard Granite – A Didactic Cinquain graniteimpervious, greystand, shine, survivesymbolising all things unweatheredrock Kim M. Russell (and some artificial intelligence), 23rd February 2023 Image by Jeppe Hove Jensen on Unsplash It’s Thursday and we’re Meeting the Bar over at the dVerse Poets Pub […]
A Spring Sonnet
Golden spring, you inspire me to write.The way you pierce, renew and burstinvades my thoughts all day and night,weaving itself into lines of verse. I could compare you to a gentle larch.You are more fragrant, forgiving and fresh,though sudden frost may freeze buds in Marchand give me sudden shivers with its caress. How do I […]
Last of the Wild Places
It is the last of the wild places,drifts at the windy corners,a low, far-reaching expanse. The night was so transparent:mud flats and tidal pools;clumps of bushes made black stains;of human inhabitants there are none. Two black Norway spruces,desolate, utterly lonelywhere the road fell away. Greys and blues and soft greens,fresh furrows in the track.Skies are […]
Old Year Lost, New Year Found
I’m ready for it, waiting, and the softness of the word reminds me that I have never seen a humming bird of muscle, artery and vein. Stippled glass refracts day, it stares at you face on. Waiting for the last tube, I felt the dusty wind. I am the buzz of a bee in quiet […]
Tasting Books
‘Alex- A few moments of reading pleasure in return for an evening of sensual delights. Denis October Bacchanalia 1994’ Found on the flyleaf of The Physiology of Taste – Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin Spidery writing offers pleasure on the pages of a mildewed book discovered in an antiquarian book stall by the Seine. Taste is something […]
Still Embraced by Summer
this summer’s overtopped itself with fern and willowherb below a tree a grassy lea with fern and willowherb it’s hard to find the perfect verb at least it is for me when winter comes and no bees hum at least it is for me most summer’s overdressed in green and days are always warm with […]
A Deceit of Lapwings
Singing softly as they zig-zag simple songs to a two-note tune, silhouetted lapwing deceit syncopated in trickery. Peewits flash and turn, black and white, peeling from sky, they start to dive, peacocking with aerobatics, peaking with their springtime antics. Kim M. Russell, 6th October 2022 This Thursday, Grace is our host for the dVerse Poets […]
A Small Compendium of Seasons
breathe, drink in the cobalt of a perfect sky abandon, absent rain left us with cracked earth fall, tumbling with leaves on a windy day hurt, winter’s ache culminating in rebirth Kim M. Russell, 22nd September 2022 Laura has prepared this week’s Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub and has us writing two […]
Aphorisms of Hope Lost and Found
Hope is a bat hunting moths round a light only for both to be swallowed by night; it’s the sweet chime of birdsong, the patter of rain when summer has gone, and we can breathe again; it is the wash of waves and their up and down after static traffic in a busy town; it’s […]
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