At Night

Wheels on Fire

Fire Journey

Incessant poetry made fire hope because it was out of stuff to burn Instead of going up it flowed to the sea and made a pit of lava for everyone to see When it was time When it was time It would make the return journey

Angel On Fire

Morning

Birds singing up on high The sound of a car passing by All heads turn When you open your front door. Hairy half-lings charge the street Lost in their own little world Brother and sister holding each other’s hands Before crossing the road. Adverts promising more than Geordie Shore Whizz on by at a speed

To All Single Bloggers Out There…

Shall we have a cup of tea-tea and write our blog blogs by the fire fire? ^^ Shall I be mother? Its a real wood burner y’know! Tomorrow is another day…

Fire In The Woods