Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Monday, 27 May 2019
sherds of broken promises
shadows of dreams
shattered tesserae of hope and joy
the meadow where we were once happy
now scarred and unrecognisable
hides shared archaology beneath