Here. so high,
we can count the clouds.
So few – such thin vapours!
We blow them away
Then
feel their chill.
They clasp my hands as they kiss my face;
they touch us like
a stranger’s tears.
Here. so high,
we can count the clouds.
So few – such thin vapours!
We blow them away
Then
feel their chill.
They clasp my hands as they kiss my face;
they touch us like
a stranger’s tears.
Australian-born, with English mother, has lived in several Australian cities and in London. Travelled widely. Way way back when, published widely as a poet and short story writer.