Haiku: ‘Treasure’

Treasure I have found
I shall bury it again
and buy the acre

Copyright Francis 2020

On First Encountering a Stallion — writing in north norfolk (Reblog)

In a dust-clouded paddock, a summer stallion,Not midnight black but deepest brown,Rolled one eye, expressive and defiant,Cautiously curious and determined to be dominant.Tendering my trembling fingers, openPalm of one hand in silent supplication,I kept the other in my jacket,Shuffling cubes of sugar in a pocket,Relishing the sweet sting of anticipation.Startled and skittering from a sudden […]

On First Encountering a Stallion — writing in north norfolk