Reblogged from My Frilly Freudian Slip:
Soft falls the snow on Blythway cottage, the river below a ribbon of ice
To stand under the bridge, an observer might sigh how nice
But the snow blocks the sounds of desperate crying
horrid scream of a woman’s will and spirit dying
Of the forced love expiring…
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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