Journey of Words

Tag: Norwich

  • on leaves

    they have fallen sooner this yearand faster than last autumncovering paths, slicking up roadslaying on the Wensum’s thin skinbetraying the tidecreeping under Carrow bridgesailing counter to the current tonight will be clearthe plane trees flaking barkboughs shorn of dressinghave nothing to deflect falling frostcan no longer carry the weight of murderous coldthat pours from the →

  • on seeing

    quayside visitorinquisitive or hungryprepared to take risks ~ CLP 16/11/2021 →

  • 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 autumn

    rich pickings lie herecarpet of horse chestnut leavesremnants of summer ~ n.b. Two Egyptian Geese nosing their way through leaf litter, barely visible in an English city centre. CLP 12/11/2021 →

  • on passing

    ancient sentinelunmoved by shifting cityflint-hearted witness ~ CLP 09/11/2021 →

  • Visitation

    Look outside x x the text message instructed Heavens! An angel ~ n.b. Do you ever think you are living in a dream? She kissed me, but I am still not sure if this actually happened. I couldn’t have made it up, could I? ~ CLP 05/11/2021 →

  • autumn

    come turbulent skiesgive me everything you’ve gotthrow down your challenge ~ CLP 20/10/2021 →

  • 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 →

  • 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 →