Well, the Unscrubbed Mirror posts have been threatening to take over Exiles Child, so I’ve created a new blog just for them, which I’ve called the unscrubbed mirror, oddly enough.  There you’ll find all the existing poems and pictures in that group, plus any new ones that crop up.  Exiles child will continue without them, of course!  Have a look.

In the unscrubbed mirror: A pond in Cesvaine

2012 Norway and Latvia 090

A tree
Jammed helpless
Into soft shoreline watches,
All aflail,
Untethered lilies,
Like unmoored souls
Floating into wilderness.

Wisps of anguish
All but unremembered.