On such a day, to be beside the sea,immersed in seafoam rolling up the shore,and no one walking on the strand, just me,inhaling nature’s power, nothing more.Along the coast, the turnstones dip their beaksinto seaweed, fish bones and broken shells;like Sisyphus, they push and shove and tweakat pebbles brought in on the ocean’s swell.I’m not […]
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Turnstone Insomnia
On the rocky shores of just after midnight and well before wave-break of day, turnstones tip pebbles, clatter in my head, and run across my shipwrecked bed, drenched with shadow-spray. Kim M. Russell, 2017 Image found on rspb.org.uk My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Of Insomnia and Sleep In today’s prompt, Sanaa has […]
writing in north norfolk 