Cows stand as frozen Breath taken by the splendour Of sun-shattered fog
Category: Journal
My daily journal: comments, thoughts and poetry on daily events.
Fog
Morning is wrapped in a shroud The sky overflows with cloud Spilling silent spectres And diluting the sun Colour has been washed out The day has been wrung out Leaving foggy ghosts Limp as washing on a line
This was inspired by one of the photos I took on my walk the other week
Final Resting Place Colourful colonies of lichen Abundant tiny beads Grow peacefully A quiet living crust Covers cold stone On a cold grave Obliterating names and dates Mummifying memories Celebrating death and decay
Another oddquain
(a short poem with seventeen syllables in five lines: 1, 3, 5, 7, 1) Stinging Nettle Green Abundant The stinging nettle Fibre medicine and food Green
My first attempt at a Lento
I thought I would try writing a Lento after seeing one on ladyleemanila’s blog recently. A Lento has two quatrains with a fixed rhyme scheme of abcb defe, in which the first words of each line rhyme! Tigress Bursting orange through the trees Stalking the sun-dappled track Baring teeth as sharp as knives Wearing stripes […]
Tread Carefully
Tread carefully this Halloween Among the ghosts that can’t be seen. Avoid mirrors, attics and empty rooms, Graveyards, woods and lonely tombs. Beware of forms without a shadow, Howls and laughter that rings hollow. Listen for bells that do not ring And ghostly choirs that silently sing. If you ensure your tread is light, You […]
Halloween on the North Norfolk Railways’ Poppy Line
Last night we took a supernatural train ride along the North Norfolk coast, accompanied by a motley crew of weird characters and tellers of ghost stories. We arrived at Sheringham station car park to find it haunted by fellow travellers disguised as scary monsters and super creeps. On the dimly lit platform, members of the […]
The Witch of Hethel
In a village in South Norfolk, Situated on the Broads, There is an ancient hawthorn With misshapen gnarled boughs. She is the Witch of Hethel, Adorned with mistletoe, In spring with haws and flowers, In winter trimmed with snow. A thirteenth century boundary tree, Her fragrance is not sweet: Herbal larder for the witches And […]
This poem is based on an account I read in the local newspaper
He Went to War His arm was blown off in World War One; When he came home, a one-armed man, The government replaced his gun With a knife-cum-fork And the equivalent Of two pounds a week. He told of boys in the trenches, So terrified they would crawl Around older men’s ankles, Only to see […]
Random Friday #9
I decided to join Rebeca from Books and Messy Buns this Random Friday. My random sentence is: “I ran out of my root and into the kindle.” – page 140, Sophie Someone by Hayley Long
writing in north norfolk 