Jubilant palm leaves, Waiting for his feet to tread over. Watch them cheer! A dying King waits for you to sing his death song, Carrying a cross. You remember this, Stuck in traffic waiting for the lights to go green.
Reflections on Writing and Friendship Your plan for today was to write hard and fast, Control, seize and capture the words that would last the test of all time, beyond human recall, Instead you are daydreaming and your fingers have stalled. ‘Remember this moment!’ she loudly declared, ‘What moment?’ You ask her whilst … Continue reading A Moment of Swans