After winter’s blast, a gang of us swarms the banks of the Thames beneath a leaden sky, picking our way through mud contaminated with sewage, slippery and sucking at our boots. We wear our hungry faces like masks, our hands red and purple from the icy wind. Occasionally, a cry goes up as someone skids […]

First Cry

after heavy snow bright daffodils and tulips a grandchild’s cry Kim M. Russell, 20th January 2020 My response to Carpe Diem #1801 New Beginnings: first cry In today’s challenge, the ‘first cry’ might be cry of a new-born human or an animal. Chèvrefeuille says that maybe, with super hearing, we might hear the first blossoms cry. […]