The Last Pearl

Thursday, 20 August 2020

She Stepped Lightly...

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( image source ) She stepped lightly onto the breath of the west wind. Rising higher in the blue light, ribbons of sunlight and cool clouds ...
Wednesday, 19 August 2020

The Sound Of Trees...

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( image source ) The sound of trees, now so lost in the hot, still breath of summer, nevertheless broke through the surface of the old w...
Tuesday, 18 August 2020

The Old World Had Sunk...

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( image source ) The old world had sunk beneath the snow. All that remained hung on black boughs - golden leaves, crisp and curled, and...
Friday, 14 August 2020

It Must Be Near Night Now...

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( image source ) It must be near night now. But the sky had looked near night all day, the sun had wandered and let billowing, breaki...
Monday, 10 August 2020

Into The Storm Light...

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( image source ) Into the storm light she turned her head. Sodden, twisting clouds raced around her vision, bringing with them a silence...
Thursday, 18 June 2020

The World Woke To A Glimmer...

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( image source ) The world woke to a glimmer of swift shadow, dancing and drawing down the moonlight. The wolves of the forest had leapt ...
Tuesday, 7 April 2020

Pale, In The Moonlight...

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( image source ) Pale, in the moonlight, her form glows between the break in branches. Feathered leaves, green-grey in the dying light...
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Cie Turvey
Reading, Berkshire, United Kingdom
I'm a writer, artist, trinket finder and obsessive tea drinker living in the wilds of Berkshire. I like gentle fairy tales, walks in the woods and strange, broken, forgotten things.
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