Journey of Words

Tag: Norfolk

  • liminal

    where we seek waterthey struggle to get ashoremarginal difference ~ n.b. Both humans and seals evolved from the mammalian branch of the tree of life, but now they hold mirrored views of the beach…interesting how things turn out. CLP 15/11/2021 →

  • interlude

    cogs and wheels spinningbirdsong, silence of kestrelnot thinking for now ~ n.b. Thank you SO for planning the route this morning. I put my gears into motion, put my mind into neutral. Phew! CLP 13/11/2021 →

  • on mist

    clouding boundariesunsettling settling of doubtssoftening edges ~ CLP 11/11/2021 →

  • daylight robbery

    this is oursthe canvas that fills with cumuliwhere delicate cirrus decorates our moonwhere Sun drags its heat from dawn to duskthe venue of Venus, the field for Marswhere Saturn plays perpetual hula hoopdance floor of Jupiter and its spinning jewelsbackdrop for all our starsthis is our space you build inconcreting our viewdamping our daysdarkening our →

  • owls

    we diverted into a field gatewayparked up, got out to watchthe rising Harvest Mooncreate silhouettes of Scotch Pinesmist from the marsh crept upembraced us in its chillI heard one. she whisperedjust loud enoughto give me goosebumps~ CLP 24/09/2021 →

  • on dusk

    Sun barely abedwhen with a gleam in his eyesfat orange Moon wakes n.b. Jupiter and her offspring were on their way home too. A busy hour or so around the horizon as the autumn equinox hoves into view. CLP 22/09/2021 →

  • From Leeds

    enjoying the green space by the cathedralspire pricking the blue autumn skystopping me, now a local, to askwould you take some pictures pleasefirst alone, then with my friendlandscape then portraitmobile then iPadwe’re going home tomorrowto the other city of woolthe one of the hanging sheep ~ CLP 16/09/2021 →

  • Otter

    less curious of usyou curl back belowto twist and curve through straggled reedscontinuing your pursuitof perch or roachyour steady exhalationpops free in tiny splashesfrom bursting bubbles of CO2that trace your submarine pathacross the Yare to the sticky bankgrowing from the falling tideslick as the mud you move incolour of the Yare that feeds youyou halt →

  • Treasure

    how many tides have turnedshifted and smoothedsifted and sorted the pebbles sotoday the sea would give up this stoneso you might gift it meprecious as any stoneI have ever held ~ CLP 13/09/2021 →

  • Long Weekend

    across bridges, through tunnelsdown paths, along tracksso many hours, hundreds of milesI’m on my way backI’m nearly home ~ CLP 12/09/2021 →