Wednesday, August 14, 2019

#407 The Vulture's Park

A powerpoint presentation of
images related to the royal
Christmas visit to Penshurst
takes great liberty with the
meanings usually associated
with emojis. My communications
degree has lost all relevance, so
have parked it away in a small
box from where it talks to me
all night of the pain it feels
when a leaf falls. Outside,
Mother has turned the Palace
grounds into a croquet green
& now I'm waiting for some-
one to hit a ball though that
final hoop & knock down the
bonsai which takes the place
of the central peg. Maybe then
I'll be able to get some sleep.

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