Poetry Blogs (2009, cliff)
Stephen Gospage on Sylvain Dornon the Stilt-Walking Baker. Well I'll Be.... (2 hours ago)
Silence surrounds us.
Wind whipping hair, sun shining down.
The trees a rustle in the autumn chill.
Yet still we climb, climb this hill.
Our laughter evades the pores of the earth.
Sinking deep into its burning heart.
A lark it darts, flying free and high
away from the shackles of fate.
Tell me, why cant we?
Horse harsh breath flies as the bag we carry fills with stones,
Tuesday 29th December 2009 2:41 am