The quacking and chuckling of ducks and ducklings leads to the meadow, among the stones and grasses just where the gurgling river passes in its sinuous windings. Rapid water purls, not just between the banks but into ponds and ditches, fields and streams, and the convulsive weir pool where I stop to dream and breathe […]
Day: August 30, 2018
let’s get away…
to an archipelago that dips low and green in the silken blue of the sea let’s wander along cliffs that fall sheer and grey down into a bay where granite sand glints between stones seashells and bleached fish bones let’s build a castle on a deserted beach with a moat that only waves can breach […]
Easter Island
stone heads and conch shells reverberate with music stories of the past Kim M. Russell, 30th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1508 Easter Island’s music of the Rapa Nui In the penultimate episode of our quest for folk music, we have landed on Easter Island, the Polynesian island with hundreds of stone heads […]
What if…
words gradually disappeared erased from the paper of memory the sun and moon lost their shine flowers their scent there was no taste of honey there were no colours no abstract noun for the feeling I get when you smile at me there was no name to call out from the depths of a night- […]
writing in north norfolk 