Picture courtesy of http://www.flickr.com Sheltered from the rain
in a small cafe
She drinks her tea
looking out at passers-by
Thinking on where
she still is
Thinking on an
alternate life
The drab grey buildings
soulless are they
Melting with the
grey rain becoming as one
The people all around
heads bowed and lost
They too become grey
and meld into the town
So much of life she
has lost
So much never done as
the clock ticks by
Her gaoler of the keep
as she wonders again on
What could’ve been
in her alternate life
Her tea lost its steam
gone cold now
Even the greyness has
affected her drink
Should she be brave
and fight the rain?
Will she ever get
a chance to leave…
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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