Winter sun slants low, cold, white gold, casting faint shadows across the frosty fields, prettifying furrows and hedges and rusted plants around the edges. Is it possible to backlight a hare’s ears, making them glow pink as it zig-zags its way home this morning? Kim M. Russell, 16th November 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub […]
Tag: Quadrille Monday
Sporous
Early raindropspatterand the blackmatterof the forest exhales,richand slow,happy spores that spread and grow. Exquisitemother-of-pearl,puff-balled and ink-cappedmushrooms twirla polka with scarlet dotted toadstools,at the annual fungus festival,tripping psychedelichappiness with fly agaric. Kim M. Russell, 2nd October 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Monday Quadrille: In Need of a Happiness Project Lille would like us to […]
Moon Mythology
Magnetised by northern stars, earth and moon dance together, tripping the light in any weather, one in shades of green and azure, the other radiant in shining silver, casting moon shadows on the water, son of Zeus and Hera and Hyperion and Theia’s daughter. Kim M. Russell, 19th October 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
This Blanket
this blanketis the colour of sunset it holds the warmth of fire glowcuddles me from head to toe is a place to read a scary storya poetry repository the cats adore it on my lapwhere they have a cosy nap Kim M. Russell, 5th October 2020 My response to dVerse […]
Expression in the Blue
One autumn morning,when I came down,the autumn skywas wearing a frown.A myriad of cloudshad wrinkled its browinto an expressionof not quite sorrow –nevertheless,the blue was furrowed –waiting for the sun to turn it to gold. Kim M. Russell, 21st September 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: The […]
How Many Times
How manytimes have I eavesdropped onyour dreams? Laid my ear on your heart asit beat next to mine? Strained to hear your hopes and fearsas they whispered behind sea blue eyes?Drunk salt tears from eaves thattell no lies? Kim M. Russell, 7th September 2020 A triquain quadrille for dVerse Poets Pub’s Monday Eavesdropping
Eavesdropping
i am eaves- dropping on the rain dripping and the leaves whispering spiralling autumn secrets in a richly coloured helix hoarding them in gutters leaving them in piles to rust disintegrate into delicate skeletons cart- wheeling into winter colliding with snowflakes and falling stars Kim M. Russell, 7th September 2020 My quadrille for the dVerse […]
This Summer is a Bummer
I never wanted a behindlike Kim Kardashian’s,no uninvited fussabout my gluteous maximus.I recently discoveredsuperfluous flesh,and am afraid to go uncoveredor wear a clingy style of dress.I long for autumnand a coat to hide my bum. Kim M. Russell, 24th August 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Shall we bum around a bit? De […]
Winter Pink
At sunrise, the moon continues to glow, an orb suspended above bare branches, sparkling with frost and promising snow. Cracks in the grey let in the watery light of a new day, and soon enough the sky pinks and tourmalines reflect from frozen dew. Kim M. Russell, 16th December 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
on this wide-skied coastline
jumbles of fens fields and dunes keep the sea at bay twisted trees bound with thirsty roots keep floods away in fading autumn light hedgerows exhale mist to cool the day and in the morning clouds scud and burst with windy swirls of rain Kim M. Russell, 4th November 2019 My poem for dVerse Poets […]
