Goodwood

Goodwood

Monday 1 August 2016

Crushed Hope

I was sitting in traffic...my mind had emptied and these words fell into my mind:

crushed hope

desiccated blooms
cellophane wrapped
unyielding stems held erect
lashed to rusty railings
bleached blond petals and leaves
ravaged by keen sea breezes
a tissue thin everlasting memorial