 'Folded lace
Hidden in a box Marking time Waiting to be opened To impress an audience A pretty cover up For pin tucks and tears' Ruth Field  'Renewed
filled with warming blue from cold grey pods of nurture strewn out of silver crested sea under fronds of pitted plains of sand cast off wood remnants of past life strands of what is to come moving from deep dark into oceans of possibility' Ruth Field : January 2020 |
