musician, tutor, workshop facilitator, walk leader, writer, sketcher and creative adventurer.
Wednesday, 3 December 2008
Thrown to shore, a castanet mouth bigger than a hand glints in low sun like cracked eroded pearl. Pinprick homes from delving mites hold forgotten uncombed ancient hair.
Shielding no harvest, the vigilant shell still snaps at fingers.
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