Creative Writing and unfinished business…
December 1, 2016 § 2 Comments
visiting bluebells –
curling up beneath the oak
Tagged: bluebells, creative writing, haiku, poetry
There are intriguing layers here Rachael, a sense of suspense or danger, juxtaposed with the joy I would usually feel at seeing bluebells in the wood.
Yes. It always spoils it for me a little when I’m in a wood and I find empty cartridges. Reality I suppose, but a little like a desecration…
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