They cling to flat horizons, bent and wizenedby the north wind’s blast, sculpted intogiants, witches, hobgoblins and dragons. Here and there they come together,in woods, copses and swathes of ancient forest,huddling against the weather. Once they commanded the landscape,a place to hide, to sleep, to love:broad-leaved warriors that escaped Bronze Age deforestation, Norfolk trees—if they […]
Tag: Ocean
The Gift
At five o’clock a patch of sky unfolds its hues like Italian marbled paper in blues and purples. As dawn breaks, the ocean wakes in wrinkles, untangling on the horizon. By sunrise, the ocean stifles a yawn and wraps the beach in waves: an early morning surprise. Kim M. Russell, 24th April 2018 My […]
Untitled (Last Piece of the Ocean)
each ripple is a piece of jigsaw shapes that sea and saw to infinity and beyond pieced together in a pond swimming pool lake or river warm as blood or cold as a shiver interlocking seahorse rocking seashell washing beach-crashing a wavy motion casting away the last piece of the ocean Kim M. Russell, 2016 […]
Perpetuity
It is not the crest of a wave Studded with crystals of light That carries the heart Of the ocean rising And falling day and night It is the space inside Invisible to the eye A tunnel of truth That collapses And recreates itself in Perpetuity Image found on www.dailymail.co.uk
Being not far from the sea…
… I wrote the following sonnet. A Seaside Sonnet I dig my toes in shifting grains of sand, Eroded rock, disintegrated shell, Let shingle drift away from palm of hand To land in foaming lace of ocean’s swell. By increments surrounded by the tide, That ebbs and flows and rises to my thigh, I am […]
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