Remember the road …
The road to nowhere …
Nowhere, where I go to dream …
To dream of better days, a better year …
A year that brings you home to me …
To me from out of nowhere.
Former art student, Crispina Kemp earned her crust in events and theatre management until illness stopped play. She’s now a volunteer (unpaid) poet, photographer, writer of micro-fiction and mega-length mythic fantasies set in prehistory. Visit her blog at: https://crimsonprose.wordpress.com/
Originally posted on the site: 24/06/2019
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