She sits alone
with a glass of wine
Reading a book
of Nordic crime
Jazz in the background
playing away
A perfect end
to her Sunday
Candles burn
Flickering in the dark
atmosphere is right
As she lays in the bath
Oh heavenly it is
this blissful hour
She could stay like this
forever and ever
But Monday fast approaches
with a smile of glee
How she hates it
Won’t it let her be!
But she knows
it’ll come and go
And it shan’t be long
Before she’s back home
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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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Caliburnus Rises 
Reblogged this on thedragoness.
Thanks for the reblog, much appreciated.