On Writing

December 2017, Poetry 1 Minute

Suffer desolate grey.
Each day write.
Stand obediently
up to time and injustice.
Deny melancholy.
In the afternoon, strip
off the pain and glow.

 

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Original Photograph taken from my kitchen window. The mountain is called Morven.

 

 

 

Published by nikitashackleton

I am a writer and artist based in the remote north of Scotland.

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