Blue river flows Just below the surface Fingers brush gently The choice life or death.
Wake up Wash up Eat up Dress up Walk out Work hard Walk out Eat up Chill out Slow down Sit down Lie down Sleep tight And... ...repeat...
Being fascinated by Irish-Celtic mythology and history and living in Ireland, it is impossible to not think of standing stones 🙂
Written after seeing a crow lying beside the road as I walked to work one morning. Everyone just ignored the poor remains and I couldn't get the image out of my head
Image is Owl & the Moon (small, waxing) by Theodore Gillick, which I found unnamed and untitled on Pinterest. I felt it makes an interesting comparison for my poem.