This island was mine;I lived alone with everything upon it,unnamed but known to me. Twanging music accompanied the lullabyof voices on the wind and waveswhen this island was mine. Now I collect sticks for firewoodand share the bounty of my isle,unnamed but known to me, with no hope of unconditional love,a gentle touch, a mate […]
Tag: Villanelle
Plight of the Sand Martins
This is a true story of the sand martins’ plight on their annual return to the Norfolk coast to nest and lay eggs after a strenuous flight. Is human comfort more valuable than the right of birds endangered by nets and posts? This is a true story of the sand martins’ plight. Erosion threatens a […]
March
My legs, leaden with a long winter’s sloth, awaken with a tingle and I begin to fidget, eager to walk, to work the stiffness off. At crack of spring, blackbirds and finches scoff loudly in the woods – a feathered quartet to rouse legs leaden from long winter’s sloth. Marvelling at the delicate hazy growth, […]
Loomery
Guillemots huddle on a cliff ledge; indifferent in monochrome, they’re packed together to the edge. Experienced and fully fledged like pilots from an aerodrome, guillemots huddle on a cliff ledge. Hidden by coarse and salty sedge that sprouts among the seaside foam, they’re packed together to the edge. The ridge is a place of anchorage, […]
Footprints to the Past
A villanelle in response to imaginary garden with real toads – The Tuesday Platform A simple flint tool left the world aghast, unearthed on a crumbling North Norfolk shore, led to fossilised footprints from the past. Found on a coastline that’s receding fast in the Norfolk village of Happisburgh, a simple flint tool […]
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