She folds her arms,just like her mother,tries to look stern, lipsfirmly pressed together,eyes blazing. Her mothersuppresses a giggle,hands now on hips,gives her forefinger a wiggle –and they both fall aboutlaughing at a curly–hairedthree-year-old’s cheek. Kim M Russell, 16th October 2023 Free image found on Freepik It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, where we […]
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Cobwebs
Dewdrops stud the spiders’ threadsthat span the fence posts and the gate.Blowing in the autumn breeze, cobwebsdangle between trees, a trap for fallingleaves. Berries stud the spiders’ threadsthat hang from hedge and rowan tree,and woodland creatures make their beds,store nuts and fruit in preparation. Flocksof birds fly in migration, and the redsof leaves and berries […]
I Remember Watching Soldier Blue
I remember watching Soldier Blue, under age, naive, not sure what the film was about back then in early nineteen seventy two. At first, I thought it was a romantic cowboy flick, as I was watching Soldier Blue. The landscape was not like ours; Sand Creek had enormous mountains, gentle plains, a sky of blue […]
The Edge of Dawn
I’m waking on the edge of dawn, shadow-lit and milky-grey, diffused by pigeon’s wings in sun as they ascend into the day. I’m clinging to the edge of dawn, a sparkling morning has arrived, and the magic’s only just begun: mist clears from heaven’s eye, leaves snowdrop-scented dew on lawn, and daffodil trumpets breathe a […]
writing in north norfolk 