just a quick note
as all the words and thoughts i've written as of late
just never really found their way here.
maybe later. in postscript.
but for now
my suitcase is packed
and i'm on my way out the door.
ireland is calling.
even if just for a few days. away from it all.
long walks along the sea with autumn wind.
a coming of the tides
lulling their way in. lulling their way out.
conversations around the kitchen table with the girls
and magical spells cast.
ireland calling.
i'm on my way.
p.s.
i cut my hair.
i guess when a girl does something like that
that means, change is whispering in the air.
3 comments:
Ooooh...Ireland! There's some magic waiting for you there, Angela. I hope you have the best time with your girlfriends. Remember to take photos!
Peace be with you!
Ha, when a girl cuts her hair, either strutting or heavy drinking ensues, depending on how it turns out. ;-)
Enjoy Ireland, it's a fine place for a poet.
And, er....would you perhaps consider using a larger typeface? I love your blog but find it difficult to read. ;-(
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