K.M.Lockwood

. . . a voyager on the sea of writing.

This is a tale told in circles of rain drops and gurgles from downspouts. . . Continue reading →

This is a tale told in floating swirls of curled seaweed . . . Continue reading →

This is a tale told by crumpled autumn leaves in a school playground . . .
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This is a tale told in the silver glimmer of fishscales, and the heavy gold of a chain . . .

Image of limpets on wet stone

This is a tale told in lines scraped on stone by grazing sea-snails . . . Continue reading →

This is a tale told in whitewashed shells and pebbles in small, slanted gardens . . .

This is a tale told from moor to harbour, whispered over salt-pitted walls and stacked lobster creels . . .

This is part of the tale is told by the bubbling song of a curlew, scribbled over briny air . . .

A moonlit boy beneath the water.

This is tale is told in reeds and ripples shimmering in a moonlit canal . . .
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Posted on 6 August 2020 by KMLockwood

This part of the tale is told by the shadows of swimmers darting across tiles . . .