Alone on a bench memories of playground days tattooed inside eyelids I thought you’d forgotten a walk through silent corridors No, we talked incessantly a bench a shredded leaf a leaking pen There was so much more a fickle friend who ran off and left me It was you who turned your […]
Tag: Playground
I don’t know where this came from…
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 […]
writing in north norfolk 