K.M.Lockwood

. . . a voyager on the sea of writing.

Posted on 10 March 2020 by KMLockwood

This is a story told in ripples and eddies deep below old hills . . .

lights reflected in a night-time river below an old bridge.

This is a tale told in fallen almond blossom on a salt-and-sweet river . . . Continue reading →

This is a story spelled out in crow-dropped twigs along a path winding into a forest . . . Continue reading →

This is a tale told in the shapes of licking flames, in whorls of smoke coiling in a stove . . .

This is a story written in fallen sequins and scraps of dyed plumage on a sawdust floor . . .

This is a tale told in the clawprints of a crow hopping on fresh morning snow . . . Continue reading →

This is a tale told in piped icing and punctuated with gilded dragees . . .

This is a tale told in lichen-rusted cracks on a lone moorland stone . . . Continue reading →

This is a tale told by splashes dripping from stone fingers and echoes from a deep well . . .

This is a tale told in washed-up limpet shells and bladderwrack, in sea-tangle and soft corals . . . Continue reading →