Whitlock’s End

I met an old friend in Whitlock’s End who was all but on the mend. He had been fighting night and day: over the hills, and far away, from the silent night and bloody hill, he had returned to the ruddy mill. Swapped his musket for a bucket, his bayonet for a scythe. All forContinue reading “Whitlock’s End”

joy in colours

Endless rolling hills Drops of greens and blues Caress the land and emit your glory What thoughts align with such a happy texture Every other positive is just an extra Scattered amongst the tallest treesLife has wondered what to leave Where History hangs in the air all thoughts need not be of despair This timeContinue reading “joy in colours”

The Clampdown

You are as beautiful as I remember In the dark of red September How the fossil fuels burned Gutters churned up stinking filth Spluttering emotional wreckage Over the atmosphere of the stage Smells of ravishing blue caught up in the nest How they worked and twisted at my shore Licking my feet with a saintlyContinue reading “The Clampdown”

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