or perhaps I do. Playground Days I walk through the silent Corridors of my head Where there is no light pollution Just memory intrusion From playground days Memories tattooed Inside my eyelids Of a bench A shredded leaf A leaking pen A fickle friend Who ran off and left me Alone on the bench Image […]
Tag: Memories
Memories of the leaning tower of Pisa
Winding Stairs Haiku Timeworn and sculpted, Smoothed by endless soles of feet, Cool in summer’s heat
writing in north norfolk 