I call out to you in the dead of night. Dawn seems so far away. Enlightenment is shrouded in shadow. A moment of solitary despair. A moonbeam of ecstasy and words appear. The hoot and screech of owls pivot the changing light. Even a poet feels the weight of sleep heavy on her eyes, when […]
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A Beautiful Place
In the frosted light of a moon-horned night, the world is beautiful; with each new sunrise in the endless skies, the world is beautiful; in field and woodland, marsh, moor and farmland, the world is beautiful; wherever rain percolates soil, rivers, seas and lakes, the world is beautiful. But wherever humans tread on this planet, […]
writing in north norfolk 