Time – WILDsound Festival

Skeletal, Poetry by Gareth Davey

At time I would just stare into your face,

and watch time move.

Behind your silver irises

cogs snapped,

THE ROOM, Poetry by MORCA

Genre: Family, Time, Death, Society THE ROOM by MORCA In this room, with earthen walls, my mother gave birth to me, on a clear, quite morning. In this room, my grandparents grow old, my parents grow old and now, I have grown old. In this room, I have seen time, motionless, staring at my eyes,… Continue reading THE ROOM, Poetry by MORCA