CastleI am dreaming of a castle,Not as it once was,But as it is now,Tumbled, broken,Breached, roofless,Yet still, in essence,A castle.I imagine,Running my handAlong a rampart,Tracing an archiveWith my finger tips,Stone upon stone,Word upon word,A familiar story.A bird ghostsThrough a dark window,A chilled currentWhispers through,It is the castle’s voice,Reminding me,It’s not our wallsThat marks our way,It’s… Continue reading Castle
A very, very, hot but beautiful wee island. A wee bit jiggery-pokery before the heat melted “ma heed!” 🥵
StormThe seais breaking the world,shattering the sky,lashing the shorewith surf and foam.The windis a wild thing,a roar, a cacophony,whipping up a rage,spray, salt and tears.Yet still,look at the birds,hanging there, defiant,patient, waiting for thatspace between storms.A calmis out there, somewhere,out of reach,but for now,breath,believe,remain. Listen!, can you hear a bird… calling? Derek Ross.
Gone full blown arty farty now!! Was fun tho…