Wednesday Writings – The Faerie Wood
…That prince has stolen my own dark bride,
The girl who I took to stay by my side…
Wednesday Writings – Fossils
How the wind blows to make the waves play
On Mappleton Beach on a fierce winter’s day.
How the surf crashes and, breaking, it roars,
Grabbing the cliff in its spray-spitting jaws.
Wednesday Writings – Beneath a Cross
Beneath a cross by Peter Ainscough
I stand beneath a cross upon a hill,
And looking up into the eyes of God,
I feel the pain and hurt as time stands still…
Wednesday Writings – Gull’s Flight
Gull’s Flight by Peter J Ainscough Spread, spread your wings across the sky, Across the wind, the breath of God,...