is no pinchpenny,his gifts are many: pinking our cheeks, glazing the world, sprigs of icicles, a landscape gift-wrappedwith ribbons of ice and snow. Even as light fades, a flock of waders lifts, dives and twists, white wing tips flashin January slush. Kim M. Russell, 22nd January 2024 Image by Sarah Cervantes on Unsplash It’s Monday […]
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A Cormorant Flew Over the Lagoon
A cormorant flewover the lagoon,its primordial profile shoneback from waterblue-green as old copper. The cormorant landed silently on the shore, pecking at stonesand shells to crack,emitting a swallowed gruntas it took off again, backover the lagoon. Kim M. Russell, 8th January 2024 Image by Kristin Snippe on Unsplash It’s Monday, the day for writing quadrilles […]
First Snow
The first hint is a flurry of feathers,stitches from embroidered stars. A single flake falls, sparkles in the night,where a pale moon shivers. Morning. All that remains of the flutteringis a single black feather on white – a blackbird’s shadow taken flight. Kim M. Russell, 11th December 2023 Image by Risto Kokkonen on Unsplash It’s […]
Midnight Tryst
The garden is never silent:in a clear sky stars descant,leaves rustle, a distant owlhoots, and a cat’s on the prowl. It’s not dark. Fragile lightfills each crevice of the night,emanating from a silver balloon:my spectral paramour – the moon. Kim M. Russell, 13th November 2023 Image by Josh Miller on Unsplash De is our host […]
The Fall
Their lips touched in a moment of bliss,sealed in an unexpected kissthat vibrated like a note from a saxophone.Hours later, all alone,jazz playing on the radio,she realised that she had fallen,and that the kiss would never be forgotten. Kim M. Russell, 30th October 2023 Image by Chris on Unsplash Lillian is hosting Quadrille Monday at […]
Stance
She folds her arms,just like her mother,tries to look stern, lipsfirmly pressed together,eyes blazing. Her mothersuppresses a giggle,hands now on hips,gives her forefinger a wiggle –and they both fall aboutlaughing at a curly–hairedthree-year-old’s cheek. Kim M Russell, 16th October 2023 Free image found on Freepik It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, where we […]
Poltergeist
Its words were smashingcrockery,pots and pans crashingin the kitchen, knockingon the walls,communicatingthrough sound.We didn’t understandand, with no interpreter to hand,we moved out,leaving the dilemmato others,and the poltergeistwas left lonely and quiet. Kim M. Russell, 18th September 2023 Image by Chuttersnap on Unsplash It’s Monday again and at the dVerse Poets Pub it’s time for the […]
Sliver of a Smile
She smiles a satisfied sliverat the burgeoning bountyof hedgerow berries:deep blue bilberries,shiny blackberries,scarlet hips and haws.The scent of summer has fadedalong with the tarnished rose blooms,leaving a fruity sweetnessand the tang of a blue moon. Kim M. Russell, 4th September 2023 Image by Gina Hamm on Unsplash I’m hosting the Quadrille over at the dVerse […]
Pine Forest
The silence is like falling snow, no fluttering leaves to let us know that they are there. These stalwart giants grow in ranks, an army of coniferous darkness. Slow and steadfast, they sew with aromatic needles a pine forest that secretly longs to glow. Kim M. Russell, 21st August 2023 Image by Gustav Gullstrand on […]
A Norfolk July
In Norfolk, we’re surrounded by water: the sea, the Broads, and rain’s no stranger. Overnight downpours drench field and garden, fill water butts, gutters, and rain- drops sparkle on the plants on my patio, where green dill fronds unfurl and the lavender is purple. Kim M. Russell, 24th July 2023 It’s Quadrille Monday at the […]
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