Whimsey’s Gate (#writephoto)

  Cunning threshold Where green inks Chiselled stone, Where whimsey Herself is enthroned,   Her maidens inches from each path In imprints of each grown child’s laugh, A secret garden we may never know And so, we seek the inner world it fed; Fertile forests where thoughts are sown Into primordial seedbeds.   Antonia Sara…

Creative Space

In our ‘creative space’, the world expands – We examine, we see, today in our hands How we learn; what we want this place to be,     Inside out, outside in, a space as we make it Is not what we’re told it should have been. Each space is made of much, much more…