Here in North Norfolk, we are still waiting for autumn foliage, although the berries are making up for the lack of colour. There are a few yellow and gold leaves drifting about in the current stormy weather, but they are nothing like the usual glorious displays we have had in previous years. Saying that, our […]
Tag: Waiting
I am waiting
for the silvery shudder of sunshineto chime in a new day like church bells, to tempt me with glittering streamsand creeks threading seaward, to swells of waves like the ones in my dreams.Following this confusing map of the sea, I strain to hear dark-bellied geese creakand grumble along the sparkling tide-line, and long to paddle […]
Waiting for Sleep to Come
Each night I walk observing graves tended and untended, order and disorder. My head- stone is blotched with moss and lichen, my brief story blotted out. I shimmer in the silver moon- light, skim long grass and weeds dusted with dandelion and thistle seeds between lych gate and porch, where closely-mown grass scorched over summer. […]
Waiting
I am waiting for the rain to stop. When it does, I will pull on wellies, shrug on a well-worn waterproof jacket and wrap a woollen scarf around my neck, ready for a walk in the woods. Raindrops trickle down the window pane in a race against time. I am waiting for the rain to […]
Here Comes the Bride
Under blue skies on a sunny day at the end of May in Tuscany, I trod the stony, dusty track from the farm buildings to the wheat field where the wedding ceremony was taking place. After a busy morning placing five almonds in each of a couple of dozen mini Kilner jars and tying them […]
Cracking the Knuckle Clock
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #78 July 28th – Waiting Waiting, Counting minutes with each crack Of the knuckle clock, Each tick followed by a tock. Scanning, Searching crowds for her face, Feeling out of place, Longing for her embrace. Shuffling, Rearranging aching feet On cracks of cruddy concrete, Sweltering in the heat. […]
Waiting
My response to FRIDAY FICTION with RONOVAN WRITES Prompt Challenge #9 At King’s Cross On platform one Under the clock alone She checks her phone And then her watch Against hands That sweep red digits Life’s cleaners brushing away Seconds and minutes Tidying the day Somewhere in the station A whistle blows Doors slam Trains come […]
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