I can’t think anymore – it’s black with nothing left to give. These blue eyes seem to be getting smaller, with the grey hairs growing thinner over a wrinkled brow. Waiting, waiting for something to happen. Nothing ever comes from waiting; instead, old memories give life into a dying body. Hopes materialised into dust – …
Month: March 2021
Earth You can smell the brown, red earth when you dig it over with a spade. It fills the senses with nutrients, clay and a hint of rain. It’s life-giving, workable and full of display; this mud wants seeds and bulbs to paint a landscape. The land is everywhere we walk; the trees huddle together …