Norwich once had a pub for every day of the year. Old Norwich boys supped at the Adam and Eve, and in the Angel Gardens. Taverns tracked artisans, life and livelihood through The Beehive and The Brickmakers, Dyers, Plasterers and Bakers Arms, wielding Trowel and Hammer or a fishing rod for the Compleat Angler, and […]
Day: March 9, 2017
A poem in this month’s Visual Verse
I missed the deadline for Visual Verse in February while staying with my daughter before Mum’s funeral, so I was keen to submit a poem this month. I’m pleased to post a link to the March issue, Vol. 4, Chapter 5 of the online Visual Verse anthology. You can find my poem ‘Mothering’ on page […]
Words in my Mouth
I explore them with my tongue, easing them between my teeth and into the roof of my mouth, each one different. Some are like honeycomb, their crumbs coating enamel, teasing fillings with a crunch. Others, smooth as chocolate, melt dark and warm on taste buds. One surprises me with acid lemon, bursting zest and sunshine. […]
Fountain
bitter aftertaste of sorrow – cleansed with the fresh breath of a fountain Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Carpe Diem #1170 fountain Today Chèvrefeuille has shared a poem by Saadi, taken from The Bustan (The Orchard), his first book of poems. It’s called ‘Inscription on the fountain of Jemshid’ (or Jamshid) and Chèvrefeuille […]
writing in north norfolk 