Roar your barrel roar, Trice a call of old, Roar your names afore, Hearken their hearts are cold, Tread softly on thunderous paws, Savour your journey looking ahead, Sights to see wonders to awe, Pay homage before you seek to bed.
Tuesday, 25 February 2014
Monday, 24 February 2014
Photography Statement
To photograph an image not yet captured.
Framing
face an artist’s brush
Fanning
away on pillow spreads
Long,
bouncy, sweetener my elixirs crush
My
Lord, my gift adored a gift to keep.
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