Long gone are days of turf and mud, green fields rising in mist and rain; old cords were cut and never tied again, but ours endures, a cord of blood. We have squared the fairy ring of mushrooms, magical and bathed in dew, we’ve come full circle, me and you, my changeling born in autumn […]
Tag: Octet
Waiting for…
moan and squeal boom and sigh gentle slap and tickle admonishing crash and sibilating spray rolling up the horizon and laying it out again Kim M. Russell, 2018 My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads NaPoWriMo: Waiting for… Izy’s here to kick off week two. She says that although her prompt, at face value, […]
Winter Octet
Skeleton stalks and leaves Litter the ground below the trees Headstone sky heavy and grey Weighs down the metallic winter day Willows weep and wind moans loud Weaving skeins across the cloud A funeral fugue of geese Paints a seasonal masterpiece © Kim M. Russell, 2015 Image found on www.ournorfolk.org.uk
writing in north norfolk 