In Norwich, where an ancient wooden bridge once stood, another took its place, but it was never rid of its use in the witch trials, and now it is a haunted space. Where Fye bridge crosses the river is a handsome part of the city; the stories it holds would make you shiver from its […]
Tag: Bridges
Spanning Centuries
My name is Charles Bridge. I was conceived and born in 1357. I have survived floods and seen many changes, wars and revolution. I live in the centre of Prague. During the day, I am entertained by the musicians and pedlars that attract tourists and citizens whose footsteps wear and smooth my stone on their […]
City of Bridges and Sighs
Give me a city of bridges and sighs, Shimmering water under cloudless skies, Flocking pigeons in St Mark’s Square Fed by the crowds of tourists there. Give me the surprise of a piazzale, The clanging of the bell in the Campanile, Echoes of gondoliers in the early morning haze And overcrowded vaporetti in the watery […]
Heart-seeking Missile
She crossed empty bridges, Climbed buildings And mountainous ridges That were nothing but smoke, Searched in clouds, mist and fog, Holding tightly to the rope Of her romantic hope, A bobbing carnival balloon, A faded yellow harvest moon, Forsaking her art, A missile seeking a heart. © Kim M. Russell, 2016 Collage created by […]
Charles Bridge in Prague
My response to Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge #13: Bridges Dense morning mist hides Statues flanking either side Wraps the castle in a shroud Conceals its glory from the crowd Leaving the medieval town Across the Gothic bridge of stone A spectre steeped in mystery Walks in the footsteps of history © Kim M. Russell, 2016 […]
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