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

Barratt Fierens

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.