Bitter is the taste
It stays in the mouth
Refusing to leave
Now heart-bound
That kiss
That dangerous kiss
Won’t leave him be
Enveloping like an ethereal mist
Sinking, falling
This bitter taste
Makes him want more
But with less haste
Oh what a fool!
He was so
Why did he
Let himself go?
Lemon by name
By nature too
Bittersweet taste
This game he’ll lose
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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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