Wednesday, 23 May 2018

The ancient Greeks had no word for blue ...



Our boat is dancing on the wine dark sea - 

I hear the names from ancient songs - 

A dolphin swims before our prow - 

I see his bright mysterious eye - 

I catch just one glimpse of his silken coat - 

He's gone in an instant - 

Called back to the company of heroes - 


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Tuesday 8 May 2018

Small bay with steep rocky sides, pine trees, impending thunder 


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