What is this enchantment of wordsthat soar like birdsor hop from branch to branch?They are at their bestwhen they form their murmurationsand make morning declarations,feather fluttering,quietly mutteringon the wings of flight:a gift of magical inspiration. Kim M. Russell, 7th April 2025 This Monday we are writing quadrilles at the dVerse Poets Pub, and De is […]
Day: April 7, 2025
Why I am not the Little Dancer of Fourteen Years
To begin with, I am too old.At fourteen, I suppose I couldhave been, but it was too late: Edgar Degas was already dead,I had poetry and rock music in my head,and I wasn’t made of wax or bronze. In adult years, I found hernor far from here,at the Sainsbury Centre, Norwich. I was close enough […]
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