Dewy Mushrooms

A dewy forest of moons,a multitude of mushrooms,soaks in the weight of dawn. It’s snowing spore confetti,cheerful colour splashes:crimson, ochre, cream and rust. Puffballs and parasols,ink caps and champignons,frilly-gilled and plump of flesh, a festival of fungi sprouting earthy fresh. Kim M. Russell, 9th February 2021 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: Let’s have […]

Flourish

Sun breaks skin on frozen pond, shattering milky puddles; grass glints like glass as spring mushrooms through forest floor, greeting a beetle with a thaw. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image: pixabay.com My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Saturday Mix — Lorraine 18.02.17 In Lorraine’s edition of Saturday mix – a mélange of flash prose and poetry – we […]