Picture courtesy of fineartamerica.com The twisted tree
it turns
in the
wind
Twists and claws
at all
in its
wake
Long bony fingers
reach for
something
Anything
You
Asleep in your
bed you
suddenly awake
Fearful
Scared Picture courtesy of http://www.etsy.com
For you’re sure
you’re being
watched
From outside
by something
Something ancient
Old as time
Scraping at
the window
Shadows play on
the walls
creeping
closer
Finally you fall
asleep eventually
Hiding
under the
sheets
Whilst outside the
Twisted Tree
Breathes
Watches
Claws away
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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