I can’t dig with my
pen as Seamus does with his.
I’ll dig potatoes.
by Scooj
Inspired by Seamus Heaney’s beautiful poem ‘Digging’ which I read as a child. I love the metaphor. I love the poem.
I can’t dig with my
pen as Seamus does with his.
I’ll dig potatoes.
by Scooj
Inspired by Seamus Heaney’s beautiful poem ‘Digging’ which I read as a child. I love the metaphor. I love the poem.
Day in Birmingham,
‘Venice’ of middle England.
Canals, not beauty.
by Scooj
When we are long gone
you will inherit the Earth
take good care of it
by Scooj
In green olive groves
concealed by the dappled shade
menacing presence.
by Scooj
Deathly cold darkness
adorns Autumn’s fallen leaves
with Winter’s halo
by Scooj
Your curious form
subtle cryptic camouflage
in Summer meadows.
by Scooj