In the far distance hazy where the Trent is (although you cannot see it) great land-ships lay in tight formation anchored down the valley At night it's all lights
Poetry, writing, life
In the far distance hazy where the Trent is (although you cannot see it) great land-ships lay in tight formation anchored down the valley At night it's all lights
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations. View more posts