Colours and Lights of Childhood
Colourful, brighter memories from my younger years.
We are creative, We are old, We are sods. Cos.
Colourful, brighter memories from my younger years.
This is a companion piece to ‘Pareidolia, My Sweetest Love’ and is about writing perspectives as much as it is about grief.
Marking the turning of the wheel through the seasonal cycle of quarter days of nature’s year.
This is a poem about the mad complexity of grief.
Five pointed memories of stars with very different evocative interpretations…
Sweet treats, fireworks, shooting stars, constellations, and those that glow in the dark.