March Morning in North Norfolk

Norfolk skies,
broad and grey,
weave anthracite clouds.

A boat glides by,
steel river wash,
intrepid in its wake.

The day draws
its morning breath,
draws cackling roosting crows,

draws mist
across greening fields,
landscape’s waking womb.

Kim M. Russell, 10th March 2026

This Tuesday, Dora is our host for Tuesday Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub, and we are embodying the landscape.

I love the examples Dora has given of poets and poems in which the ‘landscape becomes internalized, either as mirroring or amplifying what is felt or endured bodily’, particularly Seamus Heaney, a favourite poet of mine. I also loved Kwame Dawes’ poem ‘Before Winter’.

Our challenge is to incorporate a landscape or cityscape into our poetry that either mirrors or amplifies our interior landscapes (or lack thereof). Dora would like us to use the given examples to guide us though ‘embodying a landscape’.

Because I’ve only just got back from visiting Ellen and the boys, I’ve resurrected and reworked an old poem from 2021.

24 thoughts on “March Morning in North Norfolk”

  1. Gorgeous, Kim. “Anthracite clouds” and “steel river wash” paint a viivd picture of “the landscape’s waking womb.” The movement of the morning into the day is so wonderfully depicted.

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