This was going to be a post about art but as I haven't been able to post images to my blog for a few days now I will leave that post for another time. This weekend has been about poetry and coughing - you couldn't get two more disimilar things if you tried. I have unfortunately succumbed to some horrible virus that has been doing the rounds that every now and then sends me into paroxysms of coughing. It's like having a monster inside my chest trying to burst it's way out and every now and then it sneaks its little claw up into my throat too.
horrible ... but luckily although colds normally seize my brain up - this one doesn't appear to have had that effect. Yesterday evening I found myself writing poetry - riddles, haikus and prose. Not bad for someone who felt like they were on deaths door a few hours earlier.
Soft shingle shifting,
Beneath cool salty water,
Such a sensual sound.