Padlocked by passion, she worshipped no more relics, gathered no hair, brewed no potions, no more rituals or spells, no wax figures, no toads stuck with thorns – just a love lock carved with initials, a symbol of fidelity and, thrown into the depths of the river, the key: heavy metal to weigh down hopeless […]
Day: October 6, 2018
Winter Souvenirs
below ever-changing blues ruffled by winds’ blow the ebb and flow of translucent water embraces islets rocks and pebbles piled by waves traces of rage and storm winter-borne Kim M. Russell, 6th October 2018 My response to Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo Thursday photo prompt: Faraway
writing in north norfolk 