Oh To Be A Poet….


Ancient walls

Distant moors

Silver lined clouds

Ribbons of green

Purple haze

Charms of goldfinches

Ethereal thistledown

Dark loughs

Shimmering crags


I love words but do not, in any way, shape or form, profess to be a poet… however recent travels to Northumberland and the Yorkshire Dales inspired me to jot down my thoughts as we walked along Hadrian’s Wall and across the moors…

Now to see how the purple, silver, bronze and rust shades influence my work….

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