Consumed by breathless heat
which clings and cloys...

By Inklings hand
a simple ring...

When night is at its longest
And the air lies sharp with frost...

Moonlight plays its dreamlike games
across the surface of the mirror...

A simple thing,
a fleeting touch of fingers hardly felt...

Silence fell and all the world stood still
as towers crumbled down...

The wheels on the school bus
just stopped going round...

So I’m standing here yet again
whilst the camera blinks...

After the storm
has washed away...

From here upon this vantage point,
I have a clear view...

Does a gnome in the garden
keep fishing at night...

Betrayal,
A monochromatic rose...