~ Tin Shell ~ By ~ Hay-man ~ ~ I am knighted. In an alloyed alliance. Freshly skinned thinned tinned fluted. Preserved fleshly flaked. Savage swordsman steak. Battle-hardened keenly edged. Punctured pierced impenetrable. Wildly wielding unyielding. For no-one. Evermore. ~*~Read more "TIN SHELL"
~ Track ‘n’ Trail ~ By ~ Bwbach ~ ~ Tall tales tread with me. Tramp in me. Accompany me further. Along disused rails. Sharing tales. With other snails. Trailing with me. Following rails. Threading tracks. Threadbare backpacks. Tramping trails. With tales to be told. ~*~Read more "TRACK ‘N’ TRAIL"
~ The Waiting Caern ~ By ~ Tattle Bogal ~ ~ The Waiting Caern waits. Still standing stones. Waiting for Eternity. Upon Nevern hinterland. A Monumental convergency. Unearthed. Disturbed. Once cradled reverentially. Upon rolling hills perpetually. Beneath angels gazing adoringly. Collectively from crowning rockery. Set bejewelled from ancient times. High to the eye climbing escarping. Cresting escaping ascending. Ley laden landscape. In Angelic stone. […]Read more "THE WAITING CAERN"
~ Friar’s Walk ~ By ~ Tattle-boggle ~ ~ Archways haunt avenues at Friar’s Walk. Llanthony’s rural Priory long passed. Past times yet elegant shining at night. When darkness becomes her cloistered shroud. Pulled taut to her keen weathered frame. Still standing after so long. ~ Teetering stones where angels once stood. Teeter teased by time to tumble stumble. Save one thoroughfare facing eastward. Where arched hosts curve back night. With song for all who might […]Read more "FRIAR’S WALK"
~ Torn ~ By ~ VG1 ~ ~ Why leave so little and be so cruel. I have nothing more than you. Yet one word rent from so many. Stolen whilst I slept. From unfinished lines left floating. Disintegrating anticipating. Dissolution dispersal. Demise death and decay. What little was left of me. Was torn away. One night. As I slept. ~*~Read more "TORN"
~ Flush ~ By ~ Mommet ~ ~ We stole glances as I walked by. She and I. Between each footfall and ringlet. A subtle gaze. Tender upon cheeks warm flushing. In pastel shades. Heaven falls rippling. Our smiles soft lapping on the shore. ~*~Read more "FLUSH"
~ Sided ~ By ~ Wings ~ ~ Lakeland Dream Scene Arc Light and Clouds. Brecon Beacons. First view upon arriving. Beat on my feet. Day seventeen. ~*~Read more "SIDED"