Nature

1. Sometimes when I feel discarded like shells and seaweed piles when I could be broken hearted this beach still makes me smile. 2. So near the world...

Re-named re-write of 'Here be Dragons and Donkeys' written for Poetry Monthly. Photo from my old Nokia

Rain heavy air, clear, fresh colours drenched. I walk through clinging grasses like hands welcoming. Summer condensing on twig ends in rowan berries...

(photo 1) A stricken tree, its bones survive – grey, honed they reach, and taper high to poke the blue, like twisting roots upon the sky.