Night frozen on hard ground
Wrong-tog sleeping bag,
head cocooned
within.
Ancient landscape
of cadaverous bogwood
We wake
in the middle of the night
with the rain
and our stuff
floating around
inside the tent.
My thoughts on creativity, imagination, health and social care and their relationship with human emotion
Night frozen on hard ground
Wrong-tog sleeping bag,
head cocooned
within.
Ancient landscape
of cadaverous bogwood
We wake
in the middle of the night
with the rain
and our stuff
floating around
inside the tent.