The clatter of Sunday walkers’ Boots and walking sticks echoes loud As they pass through the yawning village Until it is swallowed By early morning mist and cloud In the hedgerows Daffodils stand proud A smear of buttery sunshine But an edge of something lingers A taste of frost The smell of undergrowth Numbness in […]
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A Rural Sunday
With a reedy fanfare, A whistle of wind Across empty fields, The sun appears From murky cloud; And the village church bell, Clanging loud, Beckons its straggle Of parishioners Up the muddy lane And back again, To Sunday grub And the local pub. © Kim M. Russell, 2016
Stephen’s Sunday
A found poem from Chapter 4 of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce Hallowed anew with an early mass the raw morning air and the zeal of prayer fearful of purgatorial fire the murmur of the priest from the altar among the few worshippers and columns of incense […]
A Sunday sestet
Overcast The day is overcast and sombre, The sky a shimmering quicksilver, Ponderous clouds squeeze the atmosphere And droplets of rain are fresh and clear, Inspiring muted green, blue and grey – A watery palette on a rainy day.
Today has been a pyjama day …
but I’m up and showered now – ready for action! Lazy Sunday Haiku Stay in bed till late Try to ignore the sunshine The garden calls me
writing in north norfolk 