Like sea-washed shells,pink as babies’ nails,poems surf the mind’s tide,riding on the swell. Salty words spill overochre sand; greywhispers of sprayon pebbles, they write themselvesin the ebb and flowfor the poet to harvestbefore they’re windblown. Kim M. Russell, 22nd October 2026 Lillian is our host for OLN today at the dVerse Poets Pub, when we […]
Tag: Open Link Night
Weary Waders
We are filling the air with everything:our piping calls, the feathers welose on our weary flight. Seehow overhead cloud hidesus from one another,as we herald the arrival of autumn. One thingyou must remember is that we return from our northern nests alwaystogether, while some just wantto stop off on the way south, others long tostay […]
Between the Falling in Love Parts
Between falling love and other parts of life,things happen: spring blossoms come and go; waves crash on beaches; parts of mountains c r u m b l e ; skies change colour. We grow up,take on responsibility, land with both feeton the ground. Kim M. Russell, 10th September 2026 It’s Thursday and time for Open […]
Nothing is Permanent
You always said to tryto do my best, togrow into the person I wanted to be. You come to me as words, arevenant, urging me to be good,and remain in my heart as a guest. In owl-light, I have learnt to treadcarefully, my feet landing lightlyon the right side of memory. Remember – nothing is […]
Peach
Summer is nearly over when it comes tofruit, especially peaches. We thinkthey are so ephemeral that wemust keep them in the fridge so we candelight in their fuzzy beauty until we eattheir shimmering flesh, swallow apink and golden sunset.We declare ourselves convicted,guilty of a crime as old asLilith — sharing forbidden fruit. Weknow what we […]
Midsummer Dancing
Sun glints off a windowin the red painted house,while the dark wooden barnoffers quiet coolness,respite for the serious dancers,and those who like to chat,catching up with friendsand neighbours, thirstyfor beer or schnapps,in preparation for singingand more dancingaround a flowery maypoletied with ribbonsinto the long night. Kim M. Russell, 18th June 2026 This Thursday at the […]
Late Spring is a Wild Revolution
with its carpets of bluebellsand cowslips; gorse pods popping,pinecones dropping; an overexuberance of May blossomblooming with burgeoning butterflies: brimstones, holly blues,and pearl-bordered fritillaries. How soon it is over,giving way to heat and brighter flowers,an exhausting psychedelia. Kim M. Russell, 21st May 2026 It’s Thursday and Open Link Night at the dVerse Poets Pub, where Grace […]
My Poetry Diary
is not the same as my desk diary;it doesn’t contain appointments,birthdays and other mundane things. It’s a diving board to a sea of ideas,in which I can swim any stroke I want. I can float, deep dive, tread waterwhile I watch clouds pass by ortickle a dolphin. It’s a joy to explore! It’s a companion […]
Hares
In March or April, between the trees, ears like streamers in the breeze, striding with their long legs in enigmatic zig-zags, sparring and boxing as they go, ardent bucks and exhausted does. They’re creatures of air, spirits of spring, you say,shadowy bookends to the working day. But in in a late summer light circus, when […]
Persimmon
glossy orange fruitalongside apples and pearswould my mouth pucker? cold first and foremosttextural surprise: firmnessa juicy softness different and newsweetness stopped me in my trackshoney, brown sugar? little orange fruitmaple syrup adventurethat autumnal orb joy and possibilityalchemy, simplicity Kim M. Russell, 11th April 2026 On the 11th day of NaPoWriMo, our optional prompt is erasure […]
