I’m trapped between mature queen beeches, beneath the litter of their crunchy mast. Their silver trunks are adorned with stag-horn lichen and bracket fungus, a tiny fairyland. Me, I’m a giant, one of a circle of stones haunting the landscape, a left-over from a long time ago. Sometimes the great bones of my life feel […]
Day: January 18, 2021
This Tangled Life
At dusk, I watch the moon risefrom a tangle of bare branches. All those daytime emotionsballed up in a flocculent pocketunravel as I squint my eyes. Planets are at my fingertips; I weave them across the sky,create novel constellations,a loose knit of past and present. The future’s still a golden fleeceI have yet to find. […]
writing in north norfolk 