Walking today...
when the swans flew over my head like prehistoric creaking flying machines, blotting out the January sun. I collected kindling in an derelict wood where the floor mulched and squelched with years of toppled trees and unchecked growth while black funghi on ancient bark sprouted with dark mossy hills of inky poison.
I have words and words colliding within me... stacked up and up, with no air traffic control to guide them safely and gently down.
2 comments:
Hello! I'm Emma, Dave and Shivs friend. I met you at the railway very briefly a while ago. Anyway I have a new blog, and Shiv directed me to your's! I visited your website and I love your work! I've just started getting people reading my blog, would you let me do a post on your work? I'll direct people to your website! My blog is http://emma-inspirations.blogspot.com/ x
Go and look at my blog now, I've done the post! You can tell if anyones reading if they make a comment xxx
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