Footprints

She walked out of the water. The wind whipped the warning flags. Though she did not feel it. The sun…

Hope

Hope, is the rope That hangs down the well Dangling in the darkness Like a cat’s toy It swings, inviting…

The Magpie Sets Sail

There was a storm last nightAnd the Taff turns, a dirty washRich with chocolate brown soilDragged down from the landOf…

Speckled With Sunlight

Life has been a long grey lineFor quite some timeA thick, graphite smudgeSlick with sicknessWorries over words, and rulesFor some…

Blackberries

Blackberries I picked with my Nan Like in the Enid Blyton book she bought me Blackberries that we picked in…