Upon Westminster Bridge, Sept 3 1802

Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth like a garment wear The beauty of the morning: silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie; Open unto the fields, and to the sky … Continue reading Upon Westminster Bridge, Sept 3 1802


Twittering Tales #21: Typewriter

each letter a clatter word follows word aching fingers growing stronger stories gradually getting longer word after word after word (130 characters) An attempt at a rhyme for this week's Twittering Tale Challenge from Kat, to write a tweet sized response to this picture: