Broad, grey Norfolk skies.
steel river wash
forms intrepid in its wake,
Draws wintry breath,
draws roosting crows,
draws hoarfrost across bare fields,
landscape’s fallow womb.
Kim M. Russell, 5th April 2021
My response to NaPoWriMo Day Five
It’s Monday and it’s snowing here, not heavily, it’s Easter snow.
The prompt for today is called ‘The Shapes a Bright Container Can Contain’ after a poem by Theodore Roethke. The challenge is to find a poem, and then write a new poem that has the shape of the original, and in which every line starts with the first letter of the corresponding line in the original poem. The suggestion is to find a base poem that mixes long and short lines, or stanzas of different lengths. Any poem will do as a jumping-off point.
I chose ’Midsummer, Tobago’ by Derek Walcott, which you can find here: , which I turned around to make it about midwinter in North Norfolk.