Jul24

The Shadow Garden. As the Sun paints new shadows of the Mountain Ash across my neighbour’s car, the vague old silhouettes of family that age painted upon me dissolve, as I weather the middle years like a prisoner planning his escape to the country air where clear, crisp outlines of Roses will freshen up his…

Jul24

When the wind dies on the wing tipsHe’ll feel the need to search for her.He’ll begin his hunting way aboveAnd climb to scrape the sky-bound peaks.He’ll dive down to the inky depthsBeneath the veiling ocean waves.Become recluse submarinerIn weedy banks of sand below.He keeps the key to love long lostIn silver locket on his chest.Within…