When everything else is deepin hibernation,I feel a kind of insomnia,wishing I could join bear,bat,hedgehogand squirrel. Instead, I find myselfamong sheeny black corvidsflying inand outof slate-grey clouds,grateful for the occasionalpale blue sky. Kim M. Russell, 15th December 2025 This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub we are writing quadrilles, those poems of exactly 44 words, […]
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Zero
a word that rhymes with heroends like a surpriseor an echo oh do the zeros in a millionaire’s bank balance echo? a black hole in the cosmosa cipherholder of nothing nought nil zilch empty does it ever hunger for quantity? Kim M. Russell, 1st December 2025 It’s Quadrille Monday and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, […]
Early Morning Walk
We survive the nightand sing into growing light,coaxing the sun to brighten upour early morning walk.Sparkles reflect in puddles and rills;we marvel at how light spillsfrom branches overheadand feet stamp ghostly musicfrom crackly leaves and twigs. Kim M. Russell, 17th November 2025 It’s Monday again, and we are writing quadrilles, poems of exactly 44 words, […]
Mist-Layered Morning
Under the bone of a mist-whirled fading moon,skeletal flowers are drip-laden, rotting yellow starsagainst the rain-glistened brown of soggy loam.Drifting through the mist-layered morning, soft as a whispertangled with chimney smoke, the descant of birdsong,and a fox’s tenor bark. Kim M. Russell, 3rd November 2025 For this week’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub […]
The Magic of Sparklers
Gloved hands grippedthem tightly, wandsof metal wire, seemingly fragileyet full of powerful magic. Lips rounded in oohs,we were not old enoughto understand the chemistryof oxidisers and binders. We knew only bright sparks,patterns we drew in the dark. Kim M. Russell, 20th October 2025 This Monday is a sparkler of a day at the dVerse Poets […]
Behind the Sofa
Behind the sofa,among dust and fluff,is the perfect place. It’s just enoughto hide and keepscary monsters at bay. I suppose you thinkit’s a game we play,but let me tell you… it’s not a gamewhen they go BOO! Kim M. Russell, 6th October 2025 It’s Monday again, and that means writing quadrilles at the dVerse Poets […]
A Quadrille of Rose Petals
They bloomed vividlyin sunlight,until a wind shook upclusters of roses,snatched themfrom the fragile bushand dashed themon the grass.This scattering of petalsconcealed unwritten words,romance in corollas;despite the thorns and storms,spilled poetry and perfume. Kim M, Russell, 22nd September 2025 This Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, Lill is hosting the Quadrille with ‘petals’.
So Much More
So much more has becomeof tiny, briny crystals, salty tearscollecting on seaweed or in oyster shellsto conjure shiny pearls. Rising to the surface,they’re tossed in storms,ebb and flow out of reach,or delight us on sandcastles on a beach. Kim M. Russell, 8th September 2025 Monday has come around again, and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, […]
A Glorious Rumpus
This August has been a gloriousrumpusa van Gogh paletteof blues, greens and ochres. The little apple tree is a woven buzzof waspish ruckusas premature apples causea sugary fuss. Stubbled fields hum with heat.Tired sunflowers bend heads, deadbeat. Kim M. Russell, 25th August 2025 Today I’m hosting Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub and we’re […]
A Clattering in the Garden
There are jackdaws in the gardenplaying hide-and-seekin the willow and the birch congregatingjabberingflying jet-black jazz handsflappingsigning communicating the messagethat autumn is already knockingon the year’s door warning us that leavesand acorns willfall once more Kim M. Russell, 11th August 2025 It’s Monday and at the dVerse Poets Pub we are writing quadrilles, poems of exactly […]
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