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 […]
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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 […]
Lunation
Everything’s turning,making my head spin. Another month gone;here we are again. Those twelve princessesjust keep quadrilling back to the beginningof their romance with the moon. Everyone askswill it be ending soon? And when it does,how will we know? Kim M. Russell, 10th July 2023 The Twelve Dancing Princess, ‘On the way to the dance’ illustration […]
Making Sense of the Present
This poem’s written in the present time, place and tense, proof of my presence on earth, and the message I meant, when you read it in the future and wonder if it makes sense. I’m making it clear so there will be no dissent. Kim M. Russell, 12th June 2023 Image by Thought Catalog on […]
Spice Me Up
Pepper me a sun-ripened tomato, from the hothouse where the best ones grow, cut it in half, glistening red, salt it and place it on a chunk of bread. Don’t overdo it or I may sneeze. And then pepper me with spicy kisses, please. Kim M. Russell, 29th May 2023 Image by Bob van Aubel […]
Bathroom
I see her through the steam settling on tiles and glass, obscuring their usual gleam; she has no definition, no face until I wipe the surface clear. Her face is a mirror – I take a breath – understand that we share this face beyond death. Kim M. Russell, 15th May 2023 Image by Ria […]
Mappa Mundi
This medieval vellum sheet’s where humankind’s geography, history and destiny meet. Christ, enthroned above the world, surveys creation: the saved enter heaven, the damned are dragged to hell. Eden’s gates are firmly closed. Observed by the serpent, Eve’s alone, hand outstretched, no fruit enclosed. Kim M. Russell, 1st May 2023 Image found on Wikimedia It’s […]
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