© 2020 robert greig (scree)
Tag: poetry
puddle clouds (14/Jan/20)
there are clouds in the sky, well, where else would they be?… ah yes, I see, I see, clouds in … More
twelvetide- eleventh day (4/Jan/20)
on the eleventh day of Christmas the crackle of a flame held in hearth the wood imparts the story of … More
footprints (4/Jan/20)
it doesn’t take long for the real world to slip, or should I say, click, or swipe, back in… as … More
twelvetide-ninth day (2/Jan/20)
on the ninth day of Christmas a sea between two tides not a neap nor a spring flotsam secrets it … More
deep winter shifts (2/jan/19)
deep in the heart of winter there be shape-shifting shadows strafing art on every surface, coming and going, their present … More
