knowing, nodding veined freckled head
Their petals melting into a breezy ebb and flow.
Norfolk’s proud show of Pegasus prancing clouds
Unfurling into gentle swirling, charcoal merle banshees.
Silky red seams glisten,
As eerily a whistle weaves between every bay.
Stop and listen.
North Norfolk is probably my favourite place to go on holiday because the countryside is so beautiful. On one of our many walks around the Glaven valley we walked into this wonderful field full of poppies, so I decided to embrace it and write about my experience in my poem. I hope you enjoy it. 🙂