This Hollow HeadThis hollow headThis Hollow Head by Flutingspirit
Is an empty sky without cloud or bird.
There is no breeze to move them,
Only cobwebs and dust.
There beneath lies a forbidden lake,
Dark, brooding and unfathomable.
Its constantly rippling surface makes
There are creatures within,
Strange fish who long for wings.
Sometimes I glimpse their shapes moving
In the dimness and I think I know them
And they me.
|I am a creative dabbler, mildly reclusive, a little eccentric but not unfriendly. I'm self taught and enjoy exploring different media including art, music and poetry.|