Keeping Shtum

The ability to cross the road is all you can ask for these days and hope the flags don't get in your way. They can blind with impunity and keep you rigid at your desk, working to deadline,

Chapter six: The Betrayer and the Betrayed

The darkness had shaded the better part of his vision as he stumbled through the foliage.

Chapter five: At the Crossroads We Stand Still

The journey to Koropi was paved in destruction. The Persian’s had spared no one, as Enyo and Herite’s small army passed through entire villages; nothing left standing.

Chapter four: Into Blood we Ride

For the next eleven years, Enyo was trained under the influence of Kain. She had bested every man; boy and child within the ring and her talents and skills with a weapon had only advanced even more.

The Weasel (IP)

based on a Welsh poem called ‘Y Gwenci’ (The Weasel) by R Williams Parry, that I liked very much (content and poetry) in my childhood. I stood transfixed (not knowing I was watched)
Cherry

This Started Out a Love Song...

Until the love song started to grow stale... its hair – turn grey.

Loves and laws

bar codes of loves

Good Morning in the Woods

poplar leaves tingle to tunes of outdoor serenades

Syrup Season

sap's running and buckets full

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