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 […]
Tag: Pablo Neruda
Ode to a Small Bowl of Granola
Your forbidden glucose-ridden sweetnessbeckons from the confinesof a Delft-blue dish.Three fat dollopsof fat-free yogurt,ice cold and freshfrom the fridge,cover your contoursof fruit and nut-studded oat clusters.And you waitfor a spoon to breakyour golden crispnesswhile I anticipatethe first bite of crunchiness. Kim M. Russell, 9th April 2024 Image from Unsplash in collaboration with Monika Grabkowska On […]
Wheatfield with Crows
His paint oozed solitude and sadness. The turbulent brush almost fell from his hands. He knew it so well, this field of rude life and death, its diverging blood-rusted paths leading to the same horizon. The violent polarity of yellow field of wheat daubed in rows and blue sky smudged with clouds erupts with black […]
A Question of Tears
‘From where does the thundercloud come with its black sacks of tears?’- Neruda Black sacks of tears arrived on my doorstep today; I thought they’d been delivered by the coalman, until I opened them, and some teardrops got away, attaching themselves to leaves and gutters, dripping on my shoulder, soaking my jacket like a sobbing […]
Still
as a cat watching a butterfly or a falling leaf after a restless night of heat twisted in the sweaty sheet until the sky cracked and light crept under my half- closed eyelids now I am still as the leaves and the grass held by morning coolness Kim M. Russell, 25th July 2019 My response […]
And not forgetting the mist
If I should forget you in the mist of growing old I’ll remember to grasp that mist and not let go. I’ll weave the threads between my fingers, tie knots to help them linger just a little longer to remind me of the autumn mist along the coast and the first time we kissed. Kim […]
Rejecting Solipsism
In a world so conveniently organised there is no need for charm or chat-up lines, all the young have to do is swipe and rate their lives on the number of likes. For those of us who never went on dates, who fell in love with long-term friends, preferring the safety of familiar faces, dating […]
Eating Poetry
The mille-feuille pastry of a freshly baked poem crumbles at the ferocity of the pen, fragile flakes fly, dotting pages with sugar, a sweetness that may turn stale if we try to savour it for too long. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on Pinterest I’m hosting the Weekend Mini Challenge at Imaginary Garden with […]
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