Early morning frost snail trails – a forewarning of iron soil where musky fungi creep, bright orange and red speckled with warts, among naked trunks and sprout on rotting stumps, and milky bell caps rise from damp leaf mulch, wisely smiling and tipping the wink. Kim M. Russell, 5th November 2018 My response to dVerse […]
Tag: Concrete
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This is the first poem I have written following an exercise from The Poetry School in moving from the abstract to the concrete. See if you can work out which abstract noun it is about! I’m linking it to Imaginary Garden with Real Taods’ Tuesday Platform. We follow her instructions, The disembodied female voice Of […]
A city girl has become a grumpy old country bumpkin
When I was in London last week, I came to realise that I could never live or work in a city again. I hope this poem conveys some of my feelings. Life in the City A huge bunker Hunkers Behind a concrete veil Next door Stainless steel shimmers Elevators Lift immaculately dressed Business people Bankers […]
writing in north norfolk 