A slow roll forward. Then a grinding halt. Afternoon is coming to an end and we are still hemmed in by metal. A slow roll forward. Then a grinding halt. Not a sign of an accident and no breakdown on the hard shoulder. A slow roll forward. Then a grinding halt. No emergency vehicles or […]
Tag: Refrain
On Ageing
Another response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar – Octain Refrain Invaded by an alien blue veins are pulsing marbled mud breasts desiccated, juiceless buds skin has become reptilian amber hair is now dusty grey can’t sleep at night and doze all day heart that once soared now only thuds I have […]
A Seaside Octain
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar – Octain Refrain In lines of salty poetry beach-combings of sea-shells and stones seaweed and brittle brine-bleached bones polished and arranged in glory deep blues and moody seascape hues the writer navigates a story of washing waves and seagull’s tones in lines of salty […]
writing in north norfolk 