Like sea-washed shells,pink as babies’ nails,poems surf the mind’s tide,riding on the swell. Salty words spill overochre sand; greywhispers of sprayon pebbles, they write themselvesin the ebb and flowfor the poet to harvestbefore they’re windblown. Kim M. Russell, 22nd October 2026 Lillian is our host for OLN today at the dVerse Poets Pub, when we […]
Tag: Tide
By the Clock of Tide and Stars
I smile at the clockwork birds ploughing sand, their black legs whirring, a splash of spangled sanderlings with a wintry breeze beneath their wings. Ploughing sand, their black legs whirring, they were steered here by a cosmic force with a wintry breeze beneath their wings, following ancient paths of stars. They were steered here by […]
Turning of the Tide
A tanka for the last Friday of this November Turning of the tide Shifts shape and mood of seascape Small boats creak and groan In watercolour rainbows And a gush of salty foam © Kim M. Russell, 2015
