All that’s left are the remains of war: overturned tanks; crumbled bricks of a building, among which lies, like a fallen crow, the blackened wing of a fighter jet – and yet survivors smile at children playing in a pile of dust and rubble. Kim M. Russell, 14th November 2022 Image found on Freepik It’s […]
Tag: Quadrille Monday
Ringing School Days
The resonance of a handbell rang the hours at our school: it summoned us to class each day; signified the end of play; commanded a straighter line by the canteen at dinnertime; at four o’clock, it made me wait expectantly at the school gate. Kim M. Russell, 17th October 2022 After a very long hiatus, […]
Contentment
In quiet moments, I backtrack to childhood, when life wasn’t packed with worries and responsibilities. I’d stare for hours at cloudy skies; watch a bird catch a worm, see it wriggle and squirm; a beetle on its way somewhere. Contented child without a care. Kim M. Russell, 4th October 2022 It’s Quadrille Monday at the […]
Notorious Punch Bowl
In Surrey’s countryside, legend says that Satan lived nearby to the God of Thunder at Thor’s Lie, tormenting him by leaping from hill to hill. Thor retaliated to no avail, so he scooped up some earth to hurl, and created the Devil’s Punch Bowl. Kim M. Russell, 19th September 2022 This Quadrille Monday at the […]
Bee Poetry
I am the buzz of a be -e go- ing about its work, feeding its queen honeycombs of poetry, making her word fertile. I am a scratching pen, a tapping keyboard, going about my work watching bees on flowers, whiling away the hours, waiting for inspiration. Kim M. Russell, 5th September 2022 It’s Labour Day […]
On a Late Summer Morning
Somewhere in the countryside, a raucous cockerel crows, roused and astonished by rose- gold kisses that burnish the sky; they set the frazzled foliage on fire, untie twisted tendrils of rising mist to offer up the magical gift of a morning in late summer. Kim M. Russell, 23rd August 2022 Linda is our host for […]
Curious Beneath the Stars
Beneath a skyful of stars, we are curious about the universe, birth and death. Remember that a star’s last breath isn’t just a cloud of stardust and gas; it’s attracted to other stellar souls in nebulae, and bright new stars are born. How curious! Kim M. Russell, 31st May 2021 Image found on Wiktionary My […]
Thorns of Love
Those thorns of love wound so tightly around your heart have penetrated deep into its chambers, and sharpness abounds. Muscle and flesh are separated into bloody serrated wounds, which have left their marks, invisible to all but you, the one who bears the scars. Kim M. Russell, 17th May 2021 Image by Sarah Wolfe on […]
Sowing Sunflowers
Seeds in a child’s hands, hard with zebra bands, are a long way from wind-swept fields, where Fibonacci yields are soon dispersed below a cloudburst of birds. In the garden, we hoe and then we sow our own. At night, we dream of tournesols. Kim M. Russell, 3rd May 2021 Image by Todd Trapani on […]
Spring Clean or Another Poem?
Do I really want to bother with housework today? I would really much rather sit down here and play with words on the computer than soap up a lather in a bucket or the washing machine. I’d rather write poems than make everything clean! Kim M. Russell, 19th April 2021 Image found on dreamstime.com My […]
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