Thundering Atlantic

Another Golden Shovel poem, with opening lines from Seamus Heaney’s poem ‘North’.   You and I have finally returned. We found our way back to roots and branches of a family tree, long buried in a small churchyard near a strand in the wave-hammered storm-swept curve and wind-whispering embrace of a west coast bay. We […]

Digging for poems

My response to dVerse Meeting the Bar: the Golden Shovel Form   Above, below and in between I trace familiar features with my Fumbling, feathery finger. Up, down, under and Over, I feel well-worn skin with my Tentative thumb Memorising the Tensions before I squat Over the ink pot, filling a pen That rarely rests Knowing […]

A Cup of Morning Dew

My response to Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month May 5th (4) morning glory!  the well bucket-entangled,  I ask for water                                            © Chiyo-Ni (1703-1775) sweet dew gathered in petals fills my cup and slakes my thirst              © Kim M. Russell Image found on Pinterest  

Distance

My response to dVerse Poetics – Sentiments of the Southwest   Living on this small, waterlogged island, thousands of miles from America’s Southwest, North Norfolk skies are expansive and wide, dramatic skyscapes painted in colours of storms and summertime. I try to picture abundant rolling hills while standing on flatland – no prairies but fields of […]