A shell still full of voices ...

Whilst the rain fell I thought of the summer valley -

I remembered the mayflies crazily dancing -


I thought about the letter written by the sad father -

Each word reaching out to me across an icy river - .


There were photographs of daughters in the jewel box -

Stopped watches, a cameo brooch, a shell still full of voices -



December 2019


East Stoke
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