A diamond shaped hole in the ground. Rapid water churned and splashed inside that hole. Evidence of something foul underfoot. The Foul Water was not known to many, only those who stopped at its front door and pondered the hideous scene of filth and liquid that lay inches beneath. The Foul Water.
Sunday, 18 February 2018
Saturday, 17 February 2018
The Familiar Creak Of Old Wood
The sky as cold and blue as the sea.
Decaying wood standing strong in the air.
Years pass and fragments drop.
No vegetation has graced its structure for a lifetime.
Wind blows through cracked grain.
The familiar creak of old wood.
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