The sky is a palette of blue, empty of birds, only broken clouds sing their poignant tunes; mainland and islands chime loud with blues of their own; and the sea joins in with a harmony, an aquamarine melody to pilot a tired fisherman home. Kim M. Russell, 2017 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo […]
Day: December 29, 2017
In the Fields
ancient warriors ghosts mists over the foreign highlands – waiting for the full moon © Chèvrefeuille graveyards become battlefields watered by the tears of stars in the fields with ripe rice plants for the Gods the sickle is used . . . © Takezaki Shisen slowly waxing sickle moon forecasts satisfied bellies white poppy it […]
writing in north norfolk 