Inspired Silence

Poems & Excerpts – Seeing and writing, thinking and doing

Tag: Prague

  • Cobblestone Dances

    Cobblestone Dances

    Cold and hot, instance and essence, We walked those cobbled streets, exhaling in short puffs to try and hold some of their warmth. ‘Did you see?’ I would say. ‘Do you hear?’ she would say. We discovered which arm positions best suited our frames, Which allowed for the closest proximity and walking fluidity, Like a…