We stand waist-high In marram grass, Smiling at the sea, Shading our eyes Against spangles of sun To discern a distant boat Sunk in parallels of green And purple marsh, cream Sand of a windswept coast Silvered by ice blue surf, Tasting the zest Of salt and mud- It’s in our blood. © Kim […]
Tag: Prompt Nights
At the Gatehouse
My response to A Dash of Sunny Prompt Nights On Popular Demand – Lets gather around for some ghost stories – [8] Sanaa has asked us to gather around for some ghost stories, either a poem or a fiction piece, and for inspiration gave us the poems: ‘La Belle Dame Sans Merci’ by John Keats, ‘Mad […]
writing in north norfolk 