The Fall of Icarus by Peter Paul Rubens Twice he has nearly flown
Close to reaching heights
But the wind has cruelly blown
Taking his dreams from sight
Twice before he lived
So close to his dream
Much did it give
But not all was as it seemed
Wings been clipped times four
Singed closer to the sun
Like Icarus he fell, floored
Broken, but not had enough
He will rise again
Like the phoenix from the fire
All will be heaven sent
He can only reach higher
For he has the dreams of Icarus
and he won’t settle for less
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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