#promptuarium #outofplace
Tuesday 14th August 2018
I remember meeting her
and her Irish red locks
sat watching the watersports
in the basin
i didn’t know her name
but she knew mine
and sharing a bench
everything was fine
was it a coincidence
she seemed out of place
a heavenly body
fallen from space
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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