Updated: Jun 22
Sunday 21 st May 2023
They fall heavy and thick,
Sadness for all the lost time.
Time I can never get back,
Never recover, nor retrieve.
No longer egg ready,
No longer the bearer ,
No longer the soft feminine.
The curses spill forth
In fast furious vitriol.
I don't want to give
any of my time away.
It's too precious.
Time I can never get back,
Never recover, nor retrieve.
14th July 2023 Set ablaze the last four logs. Roaring in the pit, On The windy side of the hill, The sky opened and stared to spit. Then it poured, heavily, We had to retreat, Into the warmth and dry,
13th July 2023 After asking the lady in the Kelly’s ice cream shop in the teeming tourist harbour of Charleston, The best place to get good fish and chips, The Skies opened and we hid in walled tunnel
12th July2023 Never spent a night in a luxury tent before. We had always made our own camp. Lugging all the detritus required for nights under the stars. In advance I planned to sexually attack my man