Childhood Goblins

Towers, chimneys and rooftops disintegrate in a colourwash of sunset and night’s ink drops spill into puddles of dreams, when children hear the goblins cry: “Come buy our fruits, come buy, come buy!” Curious thoughts enter little heads that lie in comfort on soft pillows, invade the safety of their beds, pull at the quilts, remove the […]

Dancing in the Centre of a Noun

(from Carol Ann Duffy’s ‘Anne Hathaway’) Encircling all my words with his, he caressed them with a gentle touch, slipped them on as if they were a shoe, a glove, a familiar verb he desired for his own; dancing together to a melody in quadruple time, echoing the beat of hearts, we were the centre […]

Thirst

sun-blasted pasture craves cloud a satisfying sip of shadow withered grass gasps a long rattling breath in the meadow stretches a dusty lustreless tongue across burning red soil and licks the sea Kim M. Russell, 2017 Mi Young Lee My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Bits Of Inspiration ~ Mi Young Lee Susie […]

Wherryman

Evening and wherryman rolls sails to the sound of dry reeds on the banks the constant rustling and whistling grey herons and avocets bobbing on the waves otters anoint their territory to the east of this shimmering Norfolk Broad the sun always sets                         […]