On Time

grass mown and tedded

wuffled to speed its curing

awaiting baler

CLP 18/07/2021

In Mist

sea fret floats inland

draws colour from earth and sky

green wheat fields shiver

~

CLP 14/07/2021

Dream #3

river fills on orange moon tide

rattle of reeds shifted by breeze

barn owl drifts along field edge

blackbirds call up night with complex codas

we lie back

watching for meteors

~

CLP 29/05/2021

Dream #1

Wild plum tree blossom

crack willow yellow pollen

smattering on the gesso of sky

stretched across its frame

by North Sea blow

~

CLP 28/05/2021

On Water XLIV

I love the way rain

draws colour to dull pavements

illumination

~

CLP 22/05/2021

On Water xxi

soil crumbled to dust

decorous clouds braid sunset

prayers for rain dissolve

~

CLP 29/04/2021

Ein Deutscher Soldat

I was frightened, of course, when we took to the air,

I’d never flown over the German Ocean before,

but I was reminded as I looked across to my right

of safety in numbers in this bomber flight.

.

The Sun was still licking the line of the Norfolk shore

as we wheeled inland toward Coltishall.

We were so many and you just one of The Few,

me at my station by the bomb door

.

It didn’t take long to win your fight between dogs

then you wheeled left to turn your cannon on us

I was in perfect health, had family and friends

but when my plane hit the trees all that came to an end.

.

No one survived to answer where was I last seen

only my enemy found me, un-named, not missing

~

n.b. NaPoWriMo Day Eight prompt: monologue from the grave, after ‘Spoon River Anthology’ by Edgar Lee Masters, Gutenburg eBook. http://www.gutenberg.org/files/1280/1280-h/1280-h.htm#chap137 (Accessed 08/04/2021)

I found the above gravestone in the village cemetery on the outskirts of Scottow village, Norfolk. How, I wonder, does someone die and get buried without being known? The German airmen buried around him were all identified. I thought it a thoughtful touch that he was buried with named graves either side.

NaPoWriMo

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CLP 08/04/2021

On The Surface

.

Down by the quayside

where fishermen know to sit

young seal making hay

~

n.b. I had heard of this young pup’s arrival a week ago and today I saw it surface a few times. Despite the snow in the wind, a woman had taken her coat off to sit on it on the grass embankment and watch the seal diving. It is remarkable how long these creatures can sustain a dive while fishing. It would then pop up its head and have a look around while recharging its lungs. Goodness knows what it finds underwater here, possibly the hire bikes from the city’s first less than secure public cycle scheme of a few years back.

There have been precious few boats on The Broads for over a year and so the river has become a safe navigation for this seal and who knows how many others. It must have found somewhere to rest up too, seals like lolling around on a beach or mudflat for long periods between diving for fish.

Things will change soon, as holidays within the UK become the thing for a while, so these waters will become quite busy, then where will this seal go? Similarly, I wonder how the otters further upstream, even closer to the city centre, will fare.

At the Exit

Clocks have changed to British Summer Time. The Sun has come out. A strong southerly wind brings warmth to Norfolk.

People are out and about, the sound of children playing in the local park competes with goldfinches, blackbirds, chaffinches and the blue and great tits. An otter has been seen in the Wensum nearby and a large seal has come up river from the sea to nose around the old wharfside.

Daffodils, primroses jostle for attention, bluebells are preparing to make an entrance.

A day to savour. Not the end of Lockdown 3, but a step towards another way of living.

~

n.b. And I have just seen two bats spinning by my windows.

~

CLP 29/03/2021

On British Summer Time

Funnily enough

(contrary to opinion)

it is a real thing

~

n.b. Even in Norfolk, (we just have to negotiate spring first).

CLP 28/03/2021