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 […]
Tag: Quadrille
Conjuring Spring
After dark months of hard-as-iron winter, cold and long, the first month of spring has been bereft of birdsong. Still, the vernal magic wand is quietly greening, scattered with white stars of snowdrops, yellow daffodils and golden coronas of celandine, conjuring constellations of sunshine. Kim M. Russell, 23rd March 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Apple Magic
Apple peel, apple peel, tell me true, who am I going to get married to? I waited too long before I threw the browned skin over my shoulder, and it wasn’t until we were much older that I knew my true love was you. Kim M. Russell, 24th February 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Persephone’s Fanfare
The morning walk takes us to an otherworldly place where winter aconites grow and butter the park like toast. They fill the air with a spring glow, Persephone’s annual boast, a fanfare to the sea swell, the burgeoning tsunami yellow of crocuses and daffodils. Kim M. Russell, 10th February 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Wild Fruit
In the garden centre nursery, young raspberry plants long to break free from pots, and run wild in soil: sharpen up their thorns, let their pale green leaves unfurl and plump up ruby globes fit to burst sweetly on our tongues – to be sprung! Kim M. Russell, 27th January 2020 My poem for dVerse […]
Tempest
The sea awakens as a kraken from steady in-and-out of sleep, rises from the deep, utters a staccato stutter of briny breath (with undertones of birth and death). Its growl grows, rocks and rolls waves into oceanic roar, a seismic tempest never heard before. Kim M. Russell, 13th January 2020 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Spirit Animals
On my life’s journey I take a cat, for companionship and warmth, a deer, for quietude, and a magpie, for freedom and to seek out truth. Spirits animals shift and merge with shadow underneath a weeping willow, and what emerges from beneath the tree is me. Kim M. Russell, 2nd December 2019 My response to […]
Cracking the Egg
Inside the ovoid of her brain, only white noise can invade. She is an embryo, curled in pain, hiding in the albumen’s shade, until the pulsating membrane explodes and the fragile shell cracks. Now she is a blob of yellow yolk – agoraphobia’s cruel joke. Kim M. Russell, 18th November 2019 My response to dVerse […]
Quivering Leaf
A blushing orange autumn leaf quivers in the cherry tree like a toddler’s bottom lip before a single sparkling tear trickles down a perfect cheek and drops onto his mother’s hand, and she doesn’t wipe it away, making me smile on a windy day. Kim M. Russell, 21st October 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
Topography by Sunset
Crepuscular light falls on a grey lichen-covered rock face, illuminating a maze of micro countries, mapped but uninhabited to the human eye, until red turns to pink and purple, colouring in the outlines, and they burst into life: a fairy lit topography by sunset. Kim M. Russell, 7th September 2019 My response to dVerse Poets […]
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