I was dreaming last night.About you.And me. We were walking to our house, under the Scottish sun.Its warmth.Light. Ayrshire light. Leading us home. We walked hand in hand. The house sat on its own.In a clear, empty field.An endless sky above, clouds rolling across its deep blue. A gravel path.A garden alive with colours.Up the step. TheContinue reading “Ayrshire Light”
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Last Stand
The day is fading. Shadows growing. Across an empty room. Cold air drifting. Ghosts in the hallway. Calling out your name. Some things are better left. Ashes in the wind. I’m out there. Searching. Still. A last stand on this page, or close up the book and walk away. Sit in the silence. The grey.Continue reading “Last Stand”
Blue Train #23
I woke early before the dawn. First train. It’s quiet. Beat the commuters. I’m travelling. Moving. Through the Scottish countryside. Through the minutes, hours. The day. Sun comes up. Splits the clear blue winter sky. Darkness slips away. The day holds promise. Purpose. I press play and the music bursts from my headphones. Final destinationContinue reading “Blue Train #23”
Christmas Flu
Everyone in my house had the Christmas Flu last year. It’s cold outside, minus three,but my temperature’s busting the mercury,flu at Christmas, what’s the chances,no mistletoe and no dances. Family is on the way, turn the car around,feel like I’m six feet underground.I’d love to see you,but I’d have to leave you. Duvet and hotContinue reading “Christmas Flu”
I Am Here
Run my hands through the earth, The dirt between my fingers,The rain finally stops falling, The wind drifting through the trees. My voice travelling across the valley, My feet planted in the ground. My coat smells like vape, The rush of the city, Running in my veins, People rushing, traffic, noise, shouting, anger, hands, grabbing, reaching. Stop. Open my eyes. Breathe in, The trees swaying in the breeze. Breathe out, TheContinue reading “I Am Here”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 