What a welcome home,greeted by fields ablazewith magical lemon rapeseedflowers; by roadsides singingwith choirs of golden garlicmustard, their tiny torches burning;the shiny butter of celandineand pale lemon-drop cowslips,once shy, but now fillingevery patch of grass! Kim M. Russell 29th April 2024 Image of cowslips by Tina Sāra on Unsplash It’s Monday, at the dVerse Poets […]
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Palinode to a Birds-Eye View
A journey doesn’t have to beginwith a fluttering of wings;I would rather not fly –I want to leave the skyand walk. I am not a rising larknor an owl that swoops in the dark;I prefer to skitter like a turnstoneamong limpets and cuttlebone,dashing up and down the shore.I don’t want to feather salt-washed air!I would […]
A Flower That Grows Through Solid Ice
Blue moonwort in the throesof autumn: leathery leaveshug earth, awaiting winter snows. But with spring comes rebirth:melt trickles down to rootlets,sparking growth, and a flame of energy ensues,warming floral tissues,melting ice-encased uprising buds. Stems push up as waterflows to roots. Boring throughremaining ice the moonwort bluesair, greets sun, entices bees. Kim M. Russell, 4th April […]
Words Above the Door
This is a space for books and words,stories and poetry live here,with enormous windows for watching birds,cats and occasional deer.The garden outside is wild and green,a space filled with shrubs and trees,while the inside breathes imagination;when you enter, a line or a poem, please,or a prayer for further creation.Bric-a-brac fills all available space,on the walls […]
Woman of Earth
she aroseout of soil and mud all but swept from shimmering lightPandora, womanof flesh and blood her heart the slow beat of the forestnaïve and curiousbeautiful and mysterious whisper of a tree- top windwith only a stopperedjar of clay to her name imbued with nectar of the godshappy to be given lifeto become a wife […]
Elegy for a Gentle Soul
Without a grave where, lonely, I can weep,an urn or box of ashes I can keep,her soul lives on in photographs and songsshe used to sing when I was very young,the ones I loved to hum to my own child,and hum them still while walking in the wildand windy autumn lanes, wet-eyed with griefand almost […]
Grief Crows
The last of the wildflowershas faded, the air is pregnant with the first breath of falling leaves, and long grass is meshed with violet splashes, commonknapweed on common ground. A glance overhead reveals something flapping, a black glove or a hand, waving, first oneand then another, keeping close, mime artists skittering – […]
Bathroom
I see her through the steam settling on tiles and glass, obscuring their usual gleam; she has no definition, no face until I wipe the surface clear. Her face is a mirror – I take a breath – understand that we share this face beyond death. Kim M. Russell, 15th May 2023 Image by Ria […]
Curators of the Night
They are busy on the night shift,dusting off star drift,polishing up the moon in all its forms.(It’s always being tarnished by space storms.) The library’s astronomerscans the sky for astral bodies, gathersmoons, and stars that fall to Earth,and shelves them until their monthly rebirth. They lend them out too,to people like me and you,romantics who […]
Spring Spillage
The day had gone from rainback to bright and dry again,and so we ventured out. So many hues among the greenof fresh new buds and leafy sheen,it made me want to shout out loud, when suddenly the firstbutterfly seemed to burstout of a leafy cloud, not primrose or even daffodil,but the colour of an accidental […]
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