Throughout summer,there are countless shadesof green and shapesof leaves, textures of bark.Some grow tall, while others revelin their stunted hunchbacks,sculpted by weather. While scrawny sunflowerscomplain about their lastdance with the sun,trees smile and limber upfor the golden splendourstored in their roots,their hidden autumn treasure. Kim M. Russell, 14th August 2025 This Thursday at the dVerse […]
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Clair de Lune
On a bright summer’s day in Cologne,the leaves infused with rays of sunlighton a tree-lined street, and quite alone,I was delighted to hear moonlighttumbling from the strings of a guitar.I lingered by an open window, listeningto blue notes above the hum of cars,caught in a dream, like glimpsinga crescent moon through cloud.I leaned against the […]
Suffolk Scallop
‘I hear those voices that will not be drowned’, from Benjamin Britten’s opera, Peter Grimes. Pebbles slip and roll beneath our soleson the slope down to the ebb and swell. Suddenly it erupts from the shingle beach,a sculpture, two halves of a broken shell like hands extended to a passing gullor a cloud, one half upright, the […]
Medusa at the Supermarket
A hiss of hairuncoilsas I avert my stare,lowering turquoiseeyelids, mascaracoated lashes brushingmy pale powdered skin.I’m in the fruit section;with one hand I caressa pomegranate,with the other I pushback the stray curl.A couple and their little girlknock me with a trolley, unawareof me standing there,the darkest sunglasses pushedback on my head. I peerat their shopping, turn […]
Spring Skyline
There are few blooms in the city yet,save a misty cerise-tinged sunset; one can only imagine a haze of wetcherry blossoms defining sooty silhouettes and pinking up the skyline. Who am Ito criticise a city dweller who climbs high enough into the sky to smell the distant,violaceous lilac tree’s aromatic scent? Kim M. Russell, 15th […]
Encounter with a Fox
After rain,worms wrigglefrom their burrows,only to drownin the lane’s deep furrowspuddled with waterand clottedwith mud. Further along,where the shadowsgather, I turn to look backat the sinkingof the rosy sun and see,surreptitiouslypadding,a dog fox. He lowershis rusty headand gulps a mouthfulof worms, an entréebefore he slinks away,ears pricked towardsthe nearest frog or mouse,rabbit hutch or hen […]
Shiny Red Wellies
At the beginning of December your first year was over; you had found your feet, unsteady as yet but eager to make a quick escape. You wanted to chase flakes that fell from the sky, fluttered on your eye lashes and kissed your cheeks, even after a week when snow rose to the roof, icicles […]
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