Ancient Virgin

The last book found amongst the littered remains of a struggled past a survivor unread unopened an ancient virgin devouring eyes pore over loving fingers caress pages flutter with each delicious touch words drip with each bacchanal read Overcome with saviour’s emotion the last book found crumbles … crumbles … … crumbles no more books … More Ancient Virgin

London, Book, Fair

I never win when I enter writing competitions and so here we are again 🙂 This week I entered a competition to write a Sonnet, a Haiku and a Nonnet. Now I’ve not written a sonnet or a nonnet before, or at least I don’t think I have but that’s beside the point. So first … More London, Book, Fair