-
On November
Sombre trees stand bare Paths buried by scorned leaves Lost travellers weep . CLP 10/11/2018 Read more
-
Knut den store
The beach runs wild tonight Its shapes shift Each pounding roller Despatches showers of stones Ashore Groynes creak and splinter Beneath an onslaught Of breakers, decapitated by wind Who march blindly on Knowing Not even kings can halt Their charge . At a short distance Through the half-open window To the deceptive steady swish of… Read more
-
On Shingle
Rushing stones swept By surging storm driven surf Spit and hiss at Man . CLP 09/11/2018 Read more
-
Nightmare II
Unbolted stable door Frees untethered fears to run Roughshod over dreams. . CLP 07/11/2018 Read more
-
On The Beach
Relentless waves Assault makeshift defences Wash away resolve. . CLP 07/11/2018 Read more
-
Nightmare I
She gallops through sleep Creates turbulence of thought Calm in her stable. . CLP 06/11/2018 Read more

I write as I wonder as I wander.
