take my hand and climb with me…

one hundred and ninety one degrees: ‘groping in the dark…’

Ticket Taker ~ The Low Anthem

one hundred and ninety one

Night, pouring. Morning clouds, laden. Heavy, grey. Bruised, military blue. And waiting, to bleed. Over birds, perched. On open, backs. Sheep, standing stones. Hopefully, forlorn. Paused, like me. Between, an ellipse. My word, for yours.

Thor, limps. Paw, sore. And shivering. But, I’ve learnt. To leave. Wild creatures, alone. Time, heals you. Naturally.

Patient, treachery. Light, shatters shadow. With, its a rainbow.


And I will be your arc, we will float above the storm…

4 comments on “one hundred and ninety one degrees: ‘groping in the dark…’

  1. countingducks
    April 9, 2013

    It looks a bit tempting to have a swim in that trough, pond or whatever you call it. That might be a mistake, but the thought is there now. Bet it would be freezing anyway

  2. Torrun
    April 9, 2013

    Spellbound, all over again 🙂

  3. kunsvisie
    April 10, 2013

    Thanks for visiting KUNSVISIE. All in honor of my King.

    Beautiful picture, almost captures ones emotions. I like the colors very much. Perfect.

    Romantic, picture candles next to the pond. Very very nice indeed.

  4. potliwalas
    April 10, 2013

    Reblogged this on Potliwalas.

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