On Monday I did something I haven’t done for a while – I went for a walk with my camera and took in the local scenery in the late afternoon, when the sky and the light were interesting. I used a couple as writing prompts yesterday. The first one is a concrete poem, kind of in the style of Robert Frost:
Quintessence
On the outskirts of a village,
Beside a country road,
Where tractors transport silage
And other heavy loads,
A sturdy signpost makes it clear
To those who care to read it here
The presence of a public path
And a red postbox beside it.
Who walks that rutted track
With trusty dog or friend
Across green fields and back
In sun, snow, rain and wind?
Do walkers post letters on the way
And is the box filled every day?
writing in north norfolk 