Sounds of Water

The quacking and chuckling of ducks and ducklings leads to the meadow, among the stones and grasses just where the gurgling river passes in its sinuous windings. Rapid water purls, not just between the banks but into ponds and ditches, fields and streams, and the convulsive weir pool where I stop to dream and breathe […]

What if…

words gradually disappeared erased from the paper of memory the sun and moon lost their shine flowers their scent there was no taste of honey there were no colours no abstract noun for the feeling I get when you smile at me there was no name to call out from the depths of a night- […]