I recently saw this photo taken by my friend Angelea Galloway, model is Louise Ella Butler, and this poem just wrote itself.

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Crowded mind in an open field, trying tide on a sculpted shield.
Windswept melody leading me softly away from reality.
Playing in my hair, it’s a symphony,
charging through my veins like a reveille.
It’s assault, my desire so totally;
for when I close my eyes, instantly my fears come floating back to me.
Dramatically.
Pulling me.
Let sound natures tympani’s,
Beating through my heart and relieving me,
shoring up the cracks so skilfully.
I can breath.
Easily.
Seasoned wind blows ‘cross the dunes,
I find my strength in solitude.

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Thank-you for reading.

CW

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where there’s hope, there’s an author trying to prove it.