http://slow.writerscafe.org/Clotcher The original writings of author Sophie en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016662 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was a first. Outside the landscape laydirty, drenched, white. We walked,the world seeping into our boots,our laughter spilling over:honey       or jam, dripping sloppily       falling like blood    &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clotcher/419387/ Where have the monks gone? I can't hearthe scratch of quills in my ear. Whereare the priests that brought me the scrolls?My eyes lie frozen on a landscape –the ocean glitters, ripples and laughs. The skyhurt, the clouds floated and leaked. Then poured.It hurt, the everyday of his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clotcher/419138/ NeighboursHidden in the silence of surrenderYour love disappeared. Little white circlesThat dance around, a jig my mind remembers. My hands a warm crater, they meltedIn the heat of your defeat. You ranAs far as the world would let you. WhiteCorners in estates -- my eyes slip pas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clotcher/418224/ There are no seasons, no April mornings with dew-dipped roseswaiting to be shaved, no Augustheat with summer dresses waftingin the non-existent breeze. No springor summer, no twilight walkson the beach, no footprints to follow.There is no sun, no moon, no stars;the sky itsel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Clotcher/418216/