READERS WRITE Enchanted


I am walking home in the cold and the dark And I see you standing by a tree in the park You’re staring so hard with a wry little smile And I’m curious about you so I stop for a while


I feel magic in the air as the cold hits my face And the fireworks in the sky travel fast into space


Then colours start to fall like glitter from the stars


I no longer fear the shadows, I no longer hear the cars


The light from the moon makes you shine in the night Your fingers look icy, your skin smooth and white


I am frozen to the ground, got no concept of the time


I could look at you forever, an enigma in my mind


Leaves blow all around as you reach to take my hand


But the second that we touch, you have vanished from the land


I stand alone and realise that what I fear the most Is knowing on this autumn night, I have fallen for a ghost


Vanessa Rundle A Sense of Ones


Fragility I cannot see the moor a blank void separates us. Here and there twiggy fingers attempt to poke through, beckon me closer. The highway, one moment open the next an argent door seals the view. Low cloud claims the land. Soon the hoop of moon with its destructive fire. Headlight throws back its beam. Terrified, the road runs away seeking the valley.


Distant lights ease anxiety. Gorse gives way to gardens and the certainty of recognisable form. Travelling blind over the moor gives a sense of ones fragility. Wendy I Yelland


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