‘White’ by Gwen Sayers

White

Grubs lodged in mire
are blind and white.

Shrimp ghosts in benthos
glide over sediment.

Tapeworms and roundworms
string pale through entrails.

Spiders in caverns sway
on bleached fronds,

and clods cake bones
when eyes are gone.

Detail

detail

Corrugated iron is everywhere, so are sheds. But not all walls are pink, and the detail in this piece of sheeting distinguishes it from others.

Your Face

Your Face

Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.

From: W B Yeats ‘A Deep-Sworn Vow’ (1919)

Walls

Walls

Walls can speak.

Freedom

freedom

Being locked up is illusory. Your mind (that’s you) is as free as it wants to be.

Why I write

dog-blog

Writing lets me see the world through the eyes of a character who isn’t me. When my writing works, I learn something new about the world and myself.