nocturne

it spreads like a sigh out of the silence of the night only a dog yipping yapping only the shadows stirring and the murmur rolling down from the height of the hill the car ploughing darkness is a ghost of after-light driving the wind before it shepherding this nocturne somewhere deeper © Frank Prem, 2017 … Continue reading nocturne

what might have been (at Tambo)

A previous Tambo post with a couple of pics is here. round the hairpin follow a creek of stones and rocks and wood ripples little rapids break across the ribs and bones picked clean by floods and dry’s the trees behind deflect the morning sunlight they are bumps of thickened knot more mistletoe than host … Continue reading what might have been (at Tambo)