She; Her
Women. Life. Freedom.
Tag: poem
Glendalough Haibun
All about the tanglebranch of brokentwig it rushroars, raring for the smoothstone leap – the turning, tumbling stream.
On Th’Way To Glendalough
Glenmacnass leaps to the valley b’low, her sights upon the Irish Sea…
Moon Dance
Backache from moving tables ‘n cèilidhing about for hours amongst the mini-gourds ‘n flow’rs.
Brunel’s Butt’ry Sanwidge Shoppe
Relatively cold, this breezesome morning – bracing.
Subject To No-One, Mr. Windsor
We’re citizens alike, subject to rule of cracked ‘n flawed democracy!
A Sonnet Here At Robin Hood’s Bay
Sunhat ‘n crabbing bucket – rock-pool girl! She watches where her sandaled-feet stone-stand.
william altoft 