Picture courtesy of http://www.glogster.com She stares out into
darkest night
Listening to the
stillness
The tree’s skeletal
frame
Naked before
her, standing guard
A Raven sits on
its branches, waiting
Watching her
from its beady eye
As the moon glowers
down
Half hidden in
shadow
On one of its
kingdoms
His smile bemused
yet cynical
For it has seen much
over many millennia
Seen life come and
go
But here he sees
hope
This woman who stands
in the night alone
unafraid
The Raven shall be
her guide
And she the messenger
of all
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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