Portrait

I'll paint your sweet portrait with tightly shut eyes With pleasure whenever you ask. Though hands ever shaking and colder than ice Do find it a difficult task.

Our Grandparent's House. Part Two.

We were in a wood. A pretty wood. There was a pool filled with bright blue water, and trees with bright green leaves, that sounded like they were whispering in the gentle breeze.
Cherry

Highway Blues

There’s nothing like concrete; nothing as Seamless and inanimate; Frost free and Seeping into the vapid horizon Its hand servants - desiccated trees and Shrubs are poor companions
Cherry

Harley 13

Unlucky 13?

A Thug $tory

Deep from the death as I crept I can feel his clock in the back of my neck
Cherry

Reading at the Lowe Library

Here, the sunset hangs like strips of ripened honeycomb, dripping fire onto the sill.

The wizard's revenge 2/11

The wizard's revenge 1/11

Jennifer Jane had been kept indoors by her Mother until she'd tidied her room.

The Sound Of Love

The notes of your warming greetings rest so soothingly on the strings of my heart. Playing with my soul a melody that only we hear, that melody of the meaning of each other.

Monnow Valley – early spring

Monnow valley – gentle, calm, whispering river, – soothing balm, hills enclosing, set apart, bird song, – shadows flit and dart; by the water, wagtail grey

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