End of days light ...

I sit under the tree as if I were called Mallory - 

An enigmatic narrator -

Reading a raw bone satire in the Ballardian afternoon - 

The air filled with end of days light -

Strange birds singing -

The garden like a hothouse - 

Flowers like full lipped faces - 

Something about to happen - 

A yellow feather in my mouth - 

Thursday 25 June 2020

The Old School House 

East Stoke 

Dorset