With their matching colours, red moon, red coat, it was just a matter of distance and perspective. She was small in its presence, but once in space she knew she would float. It was such a huge leap, from skin to moon rocks, even in new boots, gloves and thermal socks. But the colours matched, […]
Tag: Prose poem
Perihelion*
I am at a point closest to it, orbiting the narrative, eager to explore the setting, meet the characters, and find myself falling into The Book of Fire. It has a cover the colours of flames: red, orange and yellow. It is adorned with tears, so sad is the story. The author embraces sadness, loss […]
A List of Things That Make a Perfect Day
Being woken by birdsong is a good start to a perfect day, with sunbeams breaching the slatted blind, falling on my face and tickling my nose, one of the cats patting my face with the velvet pads of a paw. A mug of steaming cranberry and raspberry tea is next, followed by fruit of the […]
writing in north norfolk 