Ravens sweep the sky, wheeling and tumbling stringless black kites, until the sky weeps with impudent little tikes, whose sooty wings stir up a storm like dust, each curious eye a piercing stud of black diamante, until the clouds break. By afternoon, the earth is damp and green and lush, and somewhere a blackbird in […]
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Battle Royal
Above warm earth where gilt sun glows, a message writ in scrawl of wings, jet black on silver as they rose: a raven and a peregrine. At war with plunges and with throes, two handsome birds beloved by kings; a storm of plumage in the sky marks battle fought for mastery. Kim M. Russell, 2017 […]
writing in north norfolk 