Sunday, 1 March 2015

spring day

looking up at the criss-cross skies i see a plastic carrier bag floating ghostly above the houses...past it's counterparts rattling in the wind-blown branches of the trees...looking down i see the snowdrop bravely standing head bowed amongst the litter that surrounds her.....ghosts.....remnants of the discarded and disposable.....floating homeless and clinging to the bare skeleton branches of the trees.....rattling in the wind - unwanted - sad reminders of what once was and what will be

Wednesday, 14 January 2015

warning

king of the mountain....you will never again melt the ice queens of your creation - not with your lies or your gas-lighting - only the sun can melt us - and then we will take you with us

top of the mountain

top of the mountain....the place where the crystals meet....crystallized thoughts before they melt and run into the river of ideas