restless flows the stream
running wild the oceans roar
a storm pulls shells near
behold the king o the deep
living as he pulls

so near

The Grave Yard

gray clouds gather
casting shadows
over the ancient graveyard
tombstones weep elemental moss
tears of long ago line the stones
covering neglected graves worn
to nothing as the wind sounds hollow
in this forgotten place

in a mirror round
illusions dart in and out
shadows swiftly move

News

Dear friends and readers. I have been ill in hospital for two months, I am feeling better and hope to be writing again soon,


Melanie