a sigh of seeding grasses purple-mists the marshes where sea touches shingle with a salty, osculating tingle. Flagrantly expansive August sky – empty of birds but clouds sail by – breathes sun-warmed rusty seaweed, samphire and yellow agrimony, and then blows harder in an attempt to float a sea-loving, pebble-beached boat. Kim M. Russell, 2017
Tag: Marshes
Overcast on the Norfolk Coast
Ominous under a rain-speckled sky, Lilac-coloured flowers of salsify Bloom among the grasses In moody bird-haunted marshes, Where oystercatchers pipe on the tideline. In the morning drizzle, on a ghostly coast, Wind jangles masts and rigging on boats, Whistles in sea-bleached branches and reeds, And chattering sedge warblers root in the weeds. On a beach […]
Man of the Marshes
My response to Jane Dougherty’s Poetry challenge #21: Pantoum Squelching through the muddy marshes, Entanglements of grass and reeds, He swipes at bolshy bulrushes, Crumbles the heads into white seeds. Entanglements of grass and reeds Bending, breaking as he strides by, Crumbles the heads into white seeds, Tossing them upwards to the sky. […]
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