I’ve fallen in love with Norfolk
over more than twenty five years,
a place of awkward spellings,
names alien to my London ears,
where Neatishead and Happisburgh,
Mundesley and Wymondham
are sounds that rasp and purr
when pronounced correctly
in the strains of Norfolk burr.
Kim M. Russell, 2018

My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads April 20: Say the Names of the Places You Love
Sherry tells us that, In Canada, they boast a legendary free-verse poet who was always larger than life: Al Purdy, (1918 – 2000). I must admit, I had never heard of him but I’m glad Sherry has introduced me to the ‘tough son-of-a-bitch’ (according to Charles Bukowski).
Sherry says that one of his best-known poems is ‘Say the Names’, which he wrote shortly before his death, an elegy to some of the beloved place-names of his life, in this case locations in British Columbia.
Our challenge is to write a poem in the spirit of ‘Say the Names’ about the places that live in our hearts: their mountains, rivers, lakes or ocean shores, the small towns, the deserts, the city streets. Sherry would like us to sing a song of those places and their names.
I love the names too… they sound like perfect places to settle.
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Sadly, Happisburgh, which is pronounced Haysborough, is one of the villages that is gradually crumbling into the sea.
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Wonderful, Kim. Sorry it took so long to get here. Yesterday I was travelling and unpacking……….back home now. Yay! Loved this poem, love the names!!!!! Place names have such a wonderful ring to them.
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Thank you, Sherry. I was away too!
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Oh, I wish I could hear them pronounced! And I enjoyed the read anyway.
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Thank you, Rosemary!
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