Plastic Fish By Emily Lawrence - November 28th, 2020 Posted in Poetry No comments a fish swims a miracle in each splash of fin passing plastic moulds of himself here there everywhere even the voice of God won’t rid the ...
Impressions By Emily Lawrence - November 28th, 2020 Posted in Thoughts No comments Impressions of nature: Southsea Rose Garden was quiet; people speckled Southsea Common like dandelions in a meadow, springing up everywhe...
Becoming Wildwood By Emily Lawrence - November 17th, 2020 Posted in Thoughts No comments 5th May 2018, Creech Woods, 50°53’47.2″N 1°04’44.2″W The noise spindles the air, tumbling through the leaves to m...
When autumn gently floats in.. By Emily Lawrence - October 1st, 2020 Posted in Shorts No comments The Looe geese take off all in swathes, like kites ascending to the sky all in one go, memories of Southsea Kite Festival from home float...
On gulls – the swansong of the sea By Emily Lawrence - September 30th, 2020 Posted in Shorts No comments Mostly flying in huddles below a mop coloured sky. They flick and twist with the gusts of wind like they’re merely washing on a line. The...
Watching By Emily Lawrence - September 27th, 2020 Posted in Shorts No comments The path back is never as obvious. You always wonder how you got where you did. The rocks seem higher, the faces slipperier, and the edge...