The wings of my prayers are capricious, unlike my solid carapace, too delicate to reach the height of heaven, too flimsy to withstand the heat of hell. Tickled by the honeyed scent of spring, I open my elytra, ready to spread my alae, about to fly – when I’m thwarted by the shadow of a […]
Tag: Words Count with Mama Zen
Tightropes and Stilts
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Play It Again, Toads Words Count with Mama Zen: Is your life a circus? If so, which circus performer are you? Tell me about your act . . . in 90 words or less. The long and precarious Tightrope walk Stopped When I left the big […]
writing in north norfolk 