Twirling Doodles

Well-lived.

An Old York Sunset’s Scene-Song

New wetland frozen fast.

Grow, gradual scribbles.

I write for longer projects.

High Green wed.

The girl-child, become woman, leaves her childhood for the palace life.

End-less.

From beyond the Island Of The Elephant – realm of Khnum, Satet, Anqet – you flow from your
secret cavern-source to those bouldered, bord’ring shores!

Delphic, dark, ‘n hid you are…

Women. Life. Freedom.

All about the tanglebranch of brokentwig it rushroars, raring for the smoothstone leap – the turning, tumbling stream.

Here where the lake’s submerged this bench.

Glenmacnass leaps to the valley b’low, her sights upon the Irish Sea…

To Portobello.

Choice Joyce-isms.