Version Of An Icelandic Tale – Part VI Of Pictures Of The Lost

  Now let’s recount a sailor’s tale, Of a village girl who made her way to town to come to sit with mayor and crown, she went to the best balls, swam in a diamond sea of hopes. She was happy to be free, or so she thought, and so she was momentarily, Many times, till one night she swam with a dolphin in the … Continue reading Version Of An Icelandic Tale – Part VI Of Pictures Of The Lost

Cruellest Month

Cruellest Month

Painting on copper plate was tricky, thought Peter, though, as promised, produced a smouldering, luminous under glow, imbuing subtle, shimmering warmth to the face in his portrait. In this case, the fragile, contented face of Donna, his wife.  Jake, an artist friend, a former fellow student who had stayed on to teach a course or two at the Portland School of Art after graduation, had … Continue reading Cruellest Month

The Train Departing From Platform Sixteen

The Train Departing From Platform Sixteen

Rush hour and the station was crowded. Hundreds of people watched the departure board intently for their platform number. Nothing showed. Suddenly, there was a surge forward as everyone attempted to get through the same ticket gates, jostling with suppressed annoyance. The train was leaving in one minute from the far end of platform sixteen. Fast moving old ladies shuffled at quite some shuddering pace … Continue reading The Train Departing From Platform Sixteen

Campfire Tales

Campfire Tales

Sacred Island The aged boat slid through the water and gently nosed out into the harbour. She was a well-loved and open sixteen-footer with mainsail and jib. A gentle breeze tickled her sail as she began to slip along and out in the middle there were fierce gusts filling sails and pushing other vessels towards Rangitoto. With six of us crammed in there amongst our … Continue reading Campfire Tales