Iseult lived by the water. She lived by the wide brown river. Her eyes were brown and her skin was brown. Iseult lived by the water and she didn’t know she was drowning.
Author: Pam Swanborough
writing and other occupations
Gold
I am so sick of me today, so when the sun finally drops below the spring rainclouds and fills the house with a sudden brightness I look up from my work-desk with anticipation...
Seasoned
Uncurls the fern in spring’s dawny damp; unfurls the shawling wind across the falling heights of winter’s decay.
Twenty-four hours on Parliament Steps
An ancient hill shaded by eucalypts, later the hunting of native animals, or worse. Then, gold for the picking. Today, dawn gilds the building that shades this place...
Fox: hunting
Wind runs strong from the home of Morningstar, I’ll hunt at Old Farm, for Cold Farm will smell me coming tonight...
The Thief
Mather the thief pushed through the stink of people at Covent market, eyed the singer’s begging-bowl of pinchbeck, moved on
Snake
A kitten wandered away from his milky mother, and met a snake in the grass...
Psithurism
There's a great and beautiful cedar outside my door
Armistice Day 1991
You called the shots ...
Oh God Liam
JohnnyBGood says I’m always the lucky one, because my Seven Day was the day that we didn’t all die.
P A Swanborough 
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