Friday, 1 May 2020



 Another poem about those special moments of insight this post.
If you have not seen William Blake's etching then you are in for a rare treat.
Spit bite is another term for etching, you can read about it here.

an hour out of time

I could almost taste the past
with those colours on my tongue
that music on my skin
I was infinity, the shortest line
on William Blake’s copper plate,
an acid burned, spit bite etching,
at liberty to walk between the spaces of the world.

I have talked before about how much I value those times, however brief, when you can see the world anew. 
Here's Laura Marling.

Until next time.

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