the photographer,
the writer, and gatherer.
there you are,
i have been looking for you.
telling me of auschwitz.
a story of love,
until the bird hit the window,
and died.
lay there, the journey,
till we three,
the writer, the poet and me,
laid it gently,
covered its face.
and we moved on.
sbm.
notes* written after a shared journey to Theatr Harlech.
the writer, and gatherer.
there you are,
i have been looking for you.
telling me of auschwitz.
a story of love,
until the bird hit the window,
and died.
lay there, the journey,
till we three,
the writer, the poet and me,
laid it gently,
covered its face.
and we moved on.
sbm.
notes* written after a shared journey to Theatr Harlech.