A Plea to Poseidon

I ignore big ships silently trudging the horizon, scan the weathered citadel of seabirds, guano island, bleached and weather-worn, sharp as the eye teeth of a siren, the stench hovering like halitosis. Oh Poseidon! Send us rain to percolate the rockscape, moon and stars to embellish the seascape. Kim M. Russell, 11th August 2018 My […]


Sullen and slate-grey, the sky lights up slowly, in its own good time, rinsed with lemon luminescence, a bleached handkerchief embroidered with distant gulls. Smaller seabirds, snatched by the polar wind, flutter like leaves, tumbling acrobats that land and curtsey on salt encrusted rocks. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: […]