Snug in the palm of my hand, fingers curled and caressing its smoothness, exploring miniature scales on back and fanned tail, tiny teeth in roar of mouth, the dust-filled creases of its head, flaming copper burnished with the faint scent of boxwood, my little finger fits the curve of its body, feels the kanji carved […]
Day: September 25, 2018
A Mark on the Wall
path of the sun the hollyhock leans into early summer rain gathering between petals […]
writing in north norfolk 