Inspiring prose “Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep” (As I walked out one Midsummer morning) Poem claustrophobic darkness not-s0-romantic a night prickly, sick dreams make me long for light … Continue reading Horrors of the night
Horrors of the night
