It’s a magical hue,indigo,teetering between twilightand midnight,blue and violet,the tint of an iristhat blooms in the gardenor the depth of an eye.Soft as velvet,it’s the colour of the moon’sfavourite gown.She wears it well. Kim M. Russell, 24th February 2025 It’s Monday and, at the dVerse Poets Pub, Lillian has us writing 44-word quadrilles incorporating the […]
Tag: Quadrille Monday
February Snowdrops
There’s a frosty glint in the free-zing grass under the willow tree. Those small white drops, a glint of springthat always keeps me wondering when icy winds and sleet will cease,and hues of flowers will increase to make the garden zing. Kim M. Russell, 10th February 2024 Today is Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets […]
Almost-Spring
It’s that time of year againwhen, in the horologist’s shop,clocks argue about the correct timeor stopat some haunting hour to hintat lighter morningsand longer days,and long to springforward into bluer skies,greener branches and meadows,and more rainbows. Kim M. Russell, 27th January 2025 Image by Jon Tyson on Unsplash It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets […]
Waiting for a Verdant Cheer
The stale and sullen gloomof wood smoke, dampearth and bruised cloudsis still captive, clampedbeneath winter’s icy lid. We wait impatiently for it to lift,for the youthful yearto release springin a verdant cheerand confetti of bright blooms. Kim M. Russell, 13th January 2024 Image by Emme Kearns on Unsplash For the first Quadrille of 2025 at […]
Storm Sounds
Who’s that banging at the door?I was asleep and awoke with a snore. There’s a terrify crashing in the trees,and the wind is no longer a gentle breeze: it’s an ogre, firstly humming and growling,then a screaming banshee, whistling and howling. Kim M. Russell, 9th December 2024 Image by Alexander Andrews on Unsplash It’s Monday […]
Petulance
The wind kicks fallenleaves around the garden,a petulant childwith a new pair of Wellington boots. Unlike the usual November grey,the sky looks grizzly,ready to burst into tears,one raindrop squeezing, droppingon almost dry washing. I shake my finger. Kim M. Russell, 25th November 2024 Image by Chris Lawton on Unsplash It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse […]
What Lay Beneath
Once, the pavement was a canvasfor colourful chalk on grey.I was a street artist until the rain washed it away,became curious about what laybeneath. Grass and weeds promised a secret world of soil,ants, scuttling beetles,and an earthworm’s coil. Kim M. Russell, 11th November 2024 Image by Morten Jakob Pedersen on Unsplash It’s Quadrille Monay at […]
Other People’s Ghosts
They’re whispers of promisesto stay and watch over you,and never leave your side. They may be in wrong placesor different times, not yoursbut someone else’s. There’s no need to be afraidof an old promise madeby someone long dead. Kim M. Russell, 28th October 2024 Image by Steinar Engeland on Unsplash Lillian is hosting the Monday […]
Before Winter Draws Darkness
Don’t mourn the departing sun!Soak up apricity:its light caress on a chilly day;a puddle’s glittering surface;the spark of early frost.Capture light before winterdraws darkness over long nights,leaves our lips moon-kissed –light too sweet to be missed. Kim M. Russell, 14th October 2024 Image by Alexander Sinn on Unsplash It’s Monday and we are dancing the […]
Pigeons
I count a string of them on the power line:one, two, three, four, five pigeons,plump, grey, grumbling curmudgeons,comical and pearly – and with a loudclap of wings they explode,like fireworks that have lost their sparks,and disappear into the dark. Kim M. Russell, 30th September 2024 Image found on 123RF.com This Monday at the dVerse Poets […]
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