In all the seven long yearsof fishing for the salmonof knowledge, Finn,each time I tugged your line,you threw me back in,my silver-scaled tail shimmering,pert breasts pearled with water.You had no idea what you were missing. Years passed, I dived and swam,and eventually you snagged the salmon,gave it to your servant, Fionn,with strict instructions: cook it, […]
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The Oblivion of Snow
‘For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.’ Wallace Stevens It started with a silent flake, a branched crystal, not unlike a flower or a tree, or the paper doily cut-outs grandma used to make. It started with a snowflake, but […]
I’m your little snow globe
Inside the roundness of my orb is a beach hut the colour of the sea, not grey as you’d expect on a wintry day but an optimistic shade of jade. There’s snow on its roof and sand at its base, a perfect place to write or watch the stars come out at night. I sit […]
writing in north norfolk 