When you lose someone, the world warps: a comma butterfly (settling on a nettle) distorts – flicks open wings to burnish, only to crisp in the sun. When you lose someone, summer colours tarnish; tastes and smells curdle like mouldy blackberries on a parched tongue, and all the while you long to hear their voice, […]
Day: August 2, 2018
Meeting Myself
In the midst of a crowd on a city street, I feel the pavement beneath my feet and the blinding sun is in my eyes; I can’t see the faces of passers-by who jostle me with their bags and elbows and I know that it’s time I headed home. I’m passing by my favourite store, […]
The Soul of Portugal
sitting by the docks in the dregs of saudade soulful melodies Kim M. Russell, 2nd August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1488 The Soul of Portugal (Fado) Today we are travelling to Portugal to discover Fado (‘destiny, fate’), a music genre that can be traced to 1820s Lisbon but probably has much earlier origins.
writing in north norfolk 