Thursday 21 June 2018

In The Dead Of Night: A Poem

In the dead of night 
  there is life and light : 

the dead dance 


Dreams whisper our desires


Grandmother Owl swallows us 
  whole

and in her belly we 
  grow

(23rd August 2017)

Grandmother Owl, gouache on card (June 2018)

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