Long time no see! I’ve been on a short break in Amsterdam from Monday-Wednesday. I did promise you photos! They’re on their way, I just need to download them. And anyway, I can’t do with a photo dump right now. XD
This morning I went on a walk, and I thought a bit beyond the ordinary. I’m going to show you some descriptive text/poetry that I composed in my head:
“The wind was a river of sunlight, along the gusty trees,
The leaves were delicate pendants, glistening to be seen.
And the warmth was a kiln of Blacksmith’s, over the high-strung moor,
The graveyard started crunching, crunching,
The graveyard of fallen pendants, dying, dying,
Why do we leave these lying,
Along the high-strung moor.
The crystallization of rocks, beside the gliding hopes,
The giving of the houses, leaving them to rot.
And the water was running, running on ropes.
It’s hard to be a good man, good man,
When life’s bad and, bad and,
When lives bad and strung over the world.”
*I’m not the poetic type, as you can tell*
I hope you like it! It’s based around the style of ‘The Highwayman’ poem.
Please let me know if you would like to see more of my poem-y bits!