At the end of the summer Butterflies transform: Commas pause and magically become Dead leaves suspended from trees, Eventually turning, Falling into autumn. Kim M. Russell, 14th September 2018 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: School Days, School Days, Good Ole Golden Rule Days . . . also linked to Poets United Poetry […]
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The End and the Beginning
After the delay to summer’s end, autumn fruits and berries remind us of the taste of summer the luxurious heat the lingering light the genesis of brand new buds of spring red purple gold and brown wrapped in grey mist and the smell of leaves smoke curls from a bonfire long before the chimneys belch […]
A Sip of Charity
They say charity begins at home and to love another you must love yourself. Whether we open our hearts or we open a door, charity is a dew-filled flower on which we all can sip. Kim M. Russell, 6th September 2018 My response to Poets United Midweek Motif: Charity Yesterday was the International Day of […]
Shell
it coils around a spiral illuminated with a mother of pearl shimmer a vertiginous seduction into the sea’s ear cast away like an ech- o Kim M. Russell, 1st September 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Weekend Mini Challenge: Camera FLASH! also linked to Poets United Poetry Pantry Kerry says that this […]
What if…
words gradually disappeared erased from the paper of memory the sun and moon lost their shine flowers their scent there was no taste of honey there were no colours no abstract noun for the feeling I get when you smile at me there was no name to call out from the depths of a night- […]
In the Street of the Sky – a quadrille
Audacious night is out there scattering poems again like snowflakes, frost or fallen stars, all over the street of the sky. Full of wonder, at the open window, all I can do is watch carefully in case night accidentally drops one in my lap. Kim M. Russell, 23rd August 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden […]
A Beautiful Place
In the frosted light of a moon-horned night, the world is beautiful; with each new sunrise in the endless skies, the world is beautiful; in field and woodland, marsh, moor and farmland, the world is beautiful; wherever rain percolates soil, rivers, seas and lakes, the world is beautiful. But wherever humans tread on this planet, […]
Metamorphosis
I wear a silver totem on a chain, another on an heirloom brooch; when I’m low and see a dragonfly hovering on the water’s edge among water lilies, reeds and sedge, I think of grandmother’s spirit and, shimmering with joy and light, my transformed soul takes flight and I become myself again. Kim M. Russell, […]
Union Jack
A contentious piece of cloth, with its overlay and interplay of saintly crosses, is so officious and proud in its red, white and blue, curling its tail against the winds of change. When it stands together with a commonwealth of banners, it waves on the skies of the world*. Kim M. Russell, 16th August 2018 […]
Two Summer Gogyohka
dusty flints crunch underfoot rusty orange butterflies dance down a stony lane long hot days deep blue skies still and windless following the sun until it goes down Kim M. Russell, 12th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem Weekend Meditation #45 Gogyohka, a modern way of writing/creating tanka, also linked to Poets United Poetry […]
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