Saturday, 7 January 2012


In the grey winter light
everything loses its depth
only the wet things are interesting
drops of water on rosebay willow herb
pools of silver rain in the potholed road
the damp earth we tear up with the wheelchair’s tires
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4 comments:

  1. Anonymous8 January 2012 at 17:55

    Your stone evokes rich smells of wetness.

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  2. Kaspa Thompson8 January 2012 at 18:34

    Thank you, Brenda.

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  3. Rosemary Nissen-Wade12 January 2012 at 12:39

    This is lovely ...and the wheelchair is an unexpected twist.

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  4. Kaspa Thompson12 January 2012 at 13:14

    Thanks Rosemary, I was out walking with one someone I do some support work for.

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