This fine city…

fits like a comfortable pair of shoes. I wander meandering alleys of what was once England’s second largest city, flanked by half-timbered shops and houses, from Tombland to the market place. I totter sea-sick among neat rows of sweet-wrapper stalls, up ancient steps to the bookends of castle and cathedral; along the river, where boats […]

Norwich Peregrine Falcons

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weavers 58: Vernal Equinox and linking up to Jacqui’s Echoes of my Neighbourhood over on A Cooking Pot and Twisted Tales.    A blue-grey blur Against stone walls Wide wings whirr Haunting falcons call A flash of white breast Buffeted higher To their nest On the cathedral’s spire   © Kim M. […]

End of a Norwich Day

  I received an email yesterday, which told me that three submissions to a magazine had not been successful. The first of these was a reworked poem I posted last September.   The Norfolk sky expands, Airy, pale and blue, The city pavements fit Like a comfortable pair of shoes As I walk its easy […]