The Unpetrified Pray of Medusa

Strangers

more than old friends

Lost in the garden

with the found sounds of the sea

You folded into me

so close

I thought you’d pass right through

Your eyes played hide and seek

with mine-knowing

one glance

and you’d be found

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Barratt Fierens writes about the unnoticed, the unthinkable and the real but not realised. Writing from an old stone house on the edge of a woodland in a valley.

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