Broad, grey Norfolk skies. Weave clouds.Anthracite grey. A boat,steel river wash forms intrepid in its wake,discouraging ice. Draws wintry breath,draws roosting crows, draws hoarfrost across bare fields,landscape’s fallow womb. Kim M. Russell, 5th April 2021 My response to NaPoWriMo Day Five It’s Monday and it’s snowing here, not heavily, it’s Easter snow. The prompt for […]
Tag: Derek Walcott
Loving Milly
Milly lined up the pills on the windowsill. The furniture went with the bailiffs. She remembered the thunderous knock at the door – the bell hadn’t rung since the power was cut. The children were safely dispatched to their father’s new house, where they could play in the enormous garden. Milly didn’t even have a […]
After Walcott
When I first read the opening lines of ‘Love After Love’, I knew your poem would fit me like a glove; I felt I might have met you in a previous life so deeply cut your poetic knife. You taught me to look into a mirror with elation. The future is clearer as I feast […]
