I recently came across some poems I scribbled in October 1992 and thought I’d have a go at rewriting some of them. Here’s one:
The meeting of sky and sea
Is a tempestuous affair
Where the North wind conducts its symphony
On a rugged coastline of grass and air
Punctuated by squalling seagulls flying free
At evening time the sunset’s blood
Reflected on the rushing foam
Lends colour to the steely flood
The sea then in a quiet mood
Thrumming throughout the night
Joins the sky until first light
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 