I am an old oak bowed by years, knee-deep in my fractured limbs, leafless, bare of bark and splintered, destroyed by lightning in a storm. I am an old oak fraught with scars, and here you are with saw and axe already stained with another tree’s sap – I’ve anchored my roots to thwart your […]
Tag: Lightning
End of the Storm
My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #25: Cinquain Lightning Flickers, buzzes Like a fly zig-zagging Across the sky – thunder rumbles Softly. © Kim M. Russell, 2016
writing in north norfolk 