Gloved hands grippedthem tightly, wandsof metal wire, seemingly fragileyet full of powerful magic. Lips rounded in oohs,we were not old enoughto understand the chemistryof oxidisers and binders. We knew only bright sparks,patterns we drew in the dark. Kim M. Russell, 20th October 2025 This Monday is a sparkler of a day at the dVerse Poets […]
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Night of Sparks
I remember my first 5th November: I was five, bundled up in coat, knitted gloves, scarf and hat, breathing smoke and stars, a fizzing sparkler in my hand, spellbound by the Catherine wheel spinning sparks on the garden fence – it cost Grandad sixpence. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille […]
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