Showing posts with label dust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dust. Show all posts

Saturday, 10 November 2012

November 10th

spark frazzled old dust

the beast labours underground

through plague pits and sin

 

What do the tube tunnels cut through? What sinister secrets does London have buried under her?

Sunday, 10 June 2012

June 10th

Even cloud angels

fall to earth to bathe in dust

trilling in pleasure

Skylarks fly so high and sing so beautifully, seemingly never taking a breath. It was lovely to see a pair on the ground, having a dust bath. Here is a pic I took of one of them. This was near Snape maltings in suffolk.