Poetic Pruritis

A quadrille fidgets between fingers and beneath the skin, itches to be free with scratch of pen or fricative of key. A peculiar gnat-bite tingles with heat and buzzes with sounds and rhythm, has the poet wrangling with words in a vexation of stanzas. Kim M. Russell, 16th July 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]

Bicycle Music

It’s the geometric symphony of angles and circles, a breath of speed and freedom through seasons and cycles: a shiny metal frame, the acrid rubber smell of tyres and pedals, whistle of wind, zip of wheel on road and the jingle of the bell. Kim M. Russell, 18th June 2018 I’m looking after the dVerse […]


She hobbles over cobbles, oblivious to the flash of gold-finches in the branches of dusty urban trees. They tinkle as they gather round dandelion puffs to eat seeds, collect fluff for their cobbled-together nests, while she’s still looking for a night-time place to rest. Kim M. Russell, 4th May 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]


A splash of bluebells floods the shadow tumbled woods, newly soaked with morning scented rain glittering in the early sunshine. Gun-metal sky and silver- bellied clouds have sunk in the bluebell river, granting a watery wish for crisp chromatic colours, fresh and spring clean. Kim M. Russell, 21st May 2018 My poem for dVerse Poets […]


From an untidy, disorganised muddle, we unpick poems, cuddle them close until they breathe. In a cluttered, haphazard jumble of thoughts and ideas, words tumble and line up themselves up cleaving imagery into stanzas, weaving poetic sanity from knots and tangles of the mind. Kim M. Russell, 7th May 2018 My response to dVerse Poets […]