A balmy evening, pebbly beach,
summer sea, and a silent moon watched as it sailed
across the horizon.
Memories. We store them in our minds - eye to revisit
The Robin -
a darting messenger of Winter cheer.
Dandelion seed, ethereal and tenacious, rooted
in the Autumn soil, waiting.
evoking memories, invoking hope.
Skin is a façade that holds our lives
within, for without it we would surely
die. It is a shape - shifting form that
knows no beginning, no end. Relentlessly
renewing with no rest and no thanks. Why
then, whilst we tattoo, pierce, burn,
choke, stretch, incise and scar
ourselves in the eternal quest for
beauty does it forgive us?
A slice of landscape
alluding to sea, sand, land, and sky in