It began under sun, the air crisp and
Clean like a lemon washed in water
Bled through chalk and epochs.
It ended under rough, oak beams,
Silent witnesses to three centuries of
Bread, ale and plots; you lit by candles:
Beautiful, like raspberries and cinnamon.
17th April 2015
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Fragments And Reflections
PoetryPoems looking at everything and anything not in my other collections. Here you'll find life and time, wild oceans and lonely coast paths, busy streets and empty hotel rooms, wild concerts and late night writing. All just fragments and reflections, l...
