There is comfort to be found
in cobbles, lanes and courtyards
oozing with medieval mystery.
This fine city slips on
like a pair of favourite shoes
laced up with familiarity.
Sunlight flickers off the Wensum
as it wends its way
past churches, one for every week,
and pubs, one for every day of the year,
past Fye Bridge, where witches
were once ducked,
and Elm Hill, where its seems
that ghosts could suddenly appear.
Kim M. Russell, 14th April 2019
Margaret tells us about her fondness for the streets of Brooklyn and shares photographs from a recent visit, which she offers as inspiration, or we can write about our favourite town or city in which we like to take a stroll. This isn’t the first time I have written about Norwich, a beautifully quaint English city, which is close to my heart.