MoP 9: A passing tune
A Passing TuneThe song is slow heavy.It oozes like honeyfrom the window of the passing carand drips from the airafter the car is gone.MoP 8: One. Caramel. Dance.
… I’ve borrowed a friend’s poetry challenge to use all three words (thanks Sally and Rebecca) One. Caramel. Dance.The next daythe sky was less carameland more fairy flossWe set out again to picnicWill carried the basketAli the rugsMarni had one umbrellaand I the...MoP 7: Not Quite Flat
Not Quite Today the sea is crumpledfine-creased, almost flatlike a rescued notefrom last year’s school bag.It tells a tale no longer newof storms that ragedaway, away-o.MoP 6: Untitled
Morning moon sits lightlyon the rising dawnOnce bright shadow fadingtowards another nightFrom Facebook
After the day, comes the sky. #wonder
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Fyansford Paper Mill. So many layers of time and well worth a wander. @fyansfordpapermill #wonder
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