At the Saturday Market.
By the Giant Picture Frames.
In dappled sunlight.
Gill McGrath© September 19 ~ Lunchtime. I’m waiting. For the bus
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drifting in pink morning mist….
…with a blushing bird
Gill McGrath© July 3 5.20 am
autumn. in hold. for a moment
leaves once green
now red
still hang wet
lifted gentle for a while
in gossamer threads
Gill McGrath©
Listen in on some harsh pigeon talk……
I can’t believe
You lied to me again today
You said you loved me
You even called me beautiful
You placed a silver charm
And cast a spell on me
I turned your name
Into a jewel
A purple amethyst
You just found another game
For me to play-
Over and Over again
I call your name
And now I hear it rhyme with
Everything I say!
Gill McGrath© Avis sedet in imbrem aureum.
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place for a break
Gill McGrath
(or up up and away!)
Corncockle: and a Church, in a Valley
Uphill, on level with…The Bell Tower.GM
brief encounter
from the bus window
I caught your smile
see you again tomorrow?
Diary Gill McG 11.00am
Last breath. Ever more beautiful. Paper. Pastel colour wash.Part framed in stone.
the blue deep. mostly water colour. sand and a bit of hairspray
London: water colour
today
Gill McGrath 