seven terracotta jars

a stumble in the woods, a wanderer weighted down with collectables — a twig from the hair of a goddess; the gilded gleam from the blade of a knight; seven single tears in seven terracotta jars; a thousand lifetimes imparted to his heart — yet here, dust and desert remains. bones dried up in outrageous … Continue reading seven terracotta jars

whispers

light unravel me, step by step we glide upon the earth like sunlight on the meadow. dappled dreams tumble through leaves to speak your name in light rays. i lay in those sacred spaces just to hear your voice. © phillip mellor 2015