Time ticks on
As she looks
Out to sea
Un-noticing
Uncaring
Relaxed she is
Carefree
Ten when she
First went there
All those
Years ago
Now she looks
In awe
As the little boats go
Grey and tired
Now
Time caught up
With her
If only she could
Turn back the clock
Feelings do stir
Suddenly a gull
Screams
Shaking her from
Her reverie
My goodness
she thinks
Is that the time?
As she glides away…
As she…
Glides away
Glides…
Away…
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Darren Greenidge
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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