Creative Writing and unfinished business…
June 17, 2017 § 2 Comments
a cuckoo calls
then time implodes
image courtesy zdzislaw beksinski
Tagged: creative writing, haiku, poetry
Powerful Rachael, especially when a cuckoo calling is rare nowadays – I’ve never heard one, so I can only imagine what it would foretell.
Cuckoos are commonplace around here, Andrea. Although there must be myths and folk tales which I don’t know, for me they are simply a reminder that Beltane is close…
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