Before hehibernates amongrusting crackles of leaves,a hedgehog lumbersinto the garden.A cross-sketching of prickles,he heaves himself through a fence,a hungry urchinsniffing out earthworms,slugs and snails,ready to makehis winter homein a pileof logs. Kim M. Russell, 28th November 2023 Image by K8 on Unsplash I wasn’t back in time to write a poem on Monday for this […]
Tag: Quadrille
Tired But Thankful
You woke me upin the early hourswith your persistenceand your words. Now I’m upbefore the birds,brain whirring,fingers tapping, slave to the emphatic vatic. I’m tired but thankful,but an image would be useful,something ekphrasticto brighten up my dreams. Kim M. Russell, 29th September 2020 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Poetics: The Vatic Voice Lisa is […]
Tales of Thorns
Hunched against twilight, unfurling brambles and briars arch with witch’s spite, wiry black liars that prickle and grasp. Night noises regale with twisted tales of thorns, the cost is just a drop of berry red blood to satisfy suckering roots. All is not lost. Kim M. Russell, 27th July 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Blueprint for a Summer Afternoon
We sat cross-legged on short grass that left a prickly itch on bare skin. Summer stretched out, […]
Roll Up
I haven’t smoked for years and sometimes miss sprinkling aromatic Drum tobacco on transparent paper, rolling them between my fingers, the lick, the kiss of flame, the inhalation as it ignites the tip – but not the frustration of peeling paper from my lip. Kim M. Russell, 15th June 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
On the Slipway
A breeze slipped in from the ocean, placed foreign kisses on the boat’s prow and on a young man’s brow, promising so much as it skipped from wave to wave. It offered the horizon from the safety of the slipway. A voyage for another day. Kim M. Russell, 1st June 2002 My response to dVerse […]
Summer Fix
In blades of grass and leaves I feel the ebb and flow of chlorophyll, everything is soaked in bliss, fixed green by photosynthesis. Mother Nature welcomes June, she lights the fuse to start the fun with golden bursts of dandelions celebrating in the sun. Kim M. Russell, 18th May 2020 My response to dVerse poets […]
The Silliness of Cherry Blossom
Let’s take a moment to consider the seriousness of apple blossom, its fragrance and its durability. compared to ephemeral and silly blossoms of the flirty cherry, flashing her delicate pink frilly blooms and dropping them like spring wedding confetti from a fruitless ornamental tree. Kim M. Russell, 4th May 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
After the Flush
After the first full flush of the pink cherry’s blush, April’s shivering, brazen breeze begins the leisurely striptease, peeling innocent, frilly petals from blossom, and blossoms from branches, until all that’s left of bashful spring is the foliage of trees dappling and quietly greening. Kim M. Russell, 20th April 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
No more dancing
I touch the computer screen, give you a virtual hug, shrinking the miles with smiles. Remember when I’d turn up the music and we’d dance, your child’s feet on mine? No close dancing now. I’m condemned to dance alone with too much space between. Kim M. Russell, 6th March 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
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