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Day 56
In the garden a hole in the ground, sealed to hold enough water to form a small pond, now has two water iris plants and some marsh marigolds in an earthenware flowerpot. Some old bricks set in the water keep the lip of the pot above the surface. Some large stones give some character in Read more
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Uncaged Birds
From that moment, when his shadow fell we children ran amok, mouthing our repressed pain in shouts betrayed so young by hope of better times now held fast on a nightmare journey of frustrations, compounded over bitter years in one long-drawn slow, silent scream . n.b. Stealing from a prompt based on Maya Angelou’s poem Read more
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Shepherdess
Through mountain pastures She guides her flock to fresh grass Clover, ‘cups, ‘lions . n.b. Photograph by kind permission of BTW . CLP 12/05/2020 Read more
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Day 55
I realise that yesterday’s waves were nothing to write home about. When you can see the explosion of breakers showering sea spray higher than the shingle bank: when you can see spume carrying on the wind over the salt marsh; when you can hear the action of the sea smashing into the shingle from Bard Read more
Journey of Words 