In a village in South Norfolk, Situated on the Broads, There is an ancient hawthorn With misshapen gnarled boughs. She is the Witch of Hethel, Adorned with mistletoe, In spring with haws and flowers, In winter trimmed with snow. A thirteenth century boundary tree, Her fragrance is not sweet: Herbal larder for the witches And […]
Day: October 30, 2015
This poem is based on an account I read in the local newspaper
He Went to War His arm was blown off in World War One; When he came home, a one-armed man, The government replaced his gun With a knife-cum-fork And the equivalent Of two pounds a week. He told of boys in the trenches, So terrified they would crawl Around older men’s ankles, Only to see […]
Random Friday #9
I decided to join Rebeca from Books and Messy Buns this Random Friday. My random sentence is: “I ran out of my root and into the kindle.” – page 140, Sophie Someone by Hayley Long
writing in north norfolk 