ashramblings

Running round the corner wind in your hair You took my breath away. Would I dare? Lost in the scene, flower power days remembered Lost in a ...

Memories from a crochet hook Granny’s crochet shawls spread across the settee back gathering cat hairs, budgie droppings and age. Ponchos dr...

Words Structured and freed Blended with rhymes, seen and heard dance across the page are slammed round rooms engraved on tombs to be echoed...