We were tired, so tired. The trip by train across two continents and seventeen nations had worn at our souls if not our eyes. Each new day had offered experience, adventure, and a test of not falling asleep. Yet in all those hours, those moments in time, the one view I’d savoured most was the […]
￼ It doesn't matter how many pairs of boots you wear, the miles they've covered, what they've seen, they'll never replace a pair of slippers by your own door. It was a simple detail, lesson learned, but learn it I did. I just wish you'd been there to pass me them.
￼ Little drops of light Suspended in the night sky Showing the way home
￼ She swept across the meadow in bouquets of death. The snowdrops, my favourites, turned black, the early daffodils wilted in grey. She entered my yard without asking and took my hands; I didn’t want to go. Lady Death cajoled me against my wishes. I’d so hoped to stay at home.
￼ The river swept around our village like a constricting anaconda. From the tip of the serpent’s tail to the willow that marked its tongue was exactly two miles. I knew every tree, shrub and grass blade in between, but nothing beyond it. I lowered my boat: Time to shed skin.
50 Word Stories: Tears and Handshakes It ended in tears and handshakes like my mum said it would a formal goodbye and wet cheeks. Not much to show for five years nine days four hours and the time taken to order drinks. Mum wept for other reasons when I returned, but the kettle was already […]
A fine line Between class and shame Ornate homes Secure lives But no snail wants a cracked shell They let in the light
Home: a vision in a dream.
I watch feathers drift On unseen air like seagulls Seeking a new home But there’s no pond large enough The ocean their sole abode