Tag: Hopefully making the banal beautiful

• 17/04/2022

  HOPEFULLY MAKING THE BANAL BEAUTIFUL

  Lying quite prone, prostrate against a bed of brittle eider-down, ever plucked at by a spectral querysome niggling wind, tossing sepia hair hither and thither in its wake. His eyes staring languidly up, as if on their own accord, through high arching bald winter branches of a weeping willow near the banks of Scamhurst lake.…