Wistful thoughts of the Devon coast during lockdown in 2020
Cape of the Mystic, by Richard Charles Stevens, is a very precious poem to me through which I can reflect and celebrate my personal journey of recovery and rediscovered purpose.
Even with folded wings, Mareschka’s size was impressive - her body as large as a full-grown willow tree. Her deep peridot scales had a new iridescence Ætmar had never seen before and her eyes once deepest black now shone like opal.
It's never too late to allow yourself to feel and live again.
Time to start my online adventures into creativity. A place to explore the world through poetry, short stories, reflections and more under my online guise of Taliesine.