Ceci n'est pas la Poèsie

Hmmm... not much inspiration around these parts pardner! Guess I'll saddle up and ride.

Daguerreotype V

Nope, still don't know
Cherry

Winter excursion

Jump in the back of the car with me, For Higgins knows the way, And we'll drive past the golden apple-tree And we'll drive down the Nene Valley Way. But soon we'll turn off the beaten track

Dance On Fire - Chapter 12

‘Can you remember, back on the tour bus when we were talking to Suzy about the first time we met?’ Pete said.

Library

No, I shall not; I’ve had enough Of libraries as mute as moons, Of limpid autumn afternoons For sharing books and quotes and fluff. One whole season I’ve been lost

Something to while away the cold winter nights

A brief account on the joys of hunting for second hand books and that slight embarrassed feeling you get when its time to pay and one of your choices is of an erotic persuasion.

Love Letters

A golden bar of sun, Black trees silhouette. The shore paces away, Your footprints an image of me. Violet papers, Tied with silk ribbon, Billet-doux mothballed, In tomorrow's attic.

Seven

I don't even know if this is transcribed correctly...

Intense

Inspired by some lovely hills in Belfast and some wet and wild mountains in my dreams.

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