#Fowc #Bewitching
You couldn’t put your finger on it,
the way this junior librarian looked her way
and you jumped right to it
Maybe it was her smile
or the way she had her hair
that captured your eye
you would share a drink at lunchtime
while the boys just stared and looked
and the cat stared from her handbag – their goose was cooked
But meeting that night – impossible
as off in the air she’d fly
leaving you down on terra firma
as she flew through the stars in sky
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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