Let us go unto the hollow
where the well of deepest drink was dug before,
To sacred shaded hollow, carved from landscapes
told in tales from long ago of ever more.
Trust we in the hollow
whence abide relinquished dreams, past buried fates,
Restive shelter within hollow where,
with purpose, we will serve among frail wraiths,
Ghosts that haunt the hollow
seeking chances lost in pasts of empty tales
To drink again of dreams and fates,
sip nacre, dipped from hollowest of shells.
There in hollow shadows
we shall find the well again,
Unresisting, drown all sorrows
from the hollow of our pain.
scottishmomus 
Yes, lets go, Ill go with you 🙂 Lovely!
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Thanks, Morgan. I’m smiling away to myself here, thinking, ‘You go first! I’ll follow.’ I don’t know if I fancy the sounds of it now that it’s dark. 🙂
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I went to Lord of the Rings, I think we should start a Congo line …Morgan, you me.. And ?? 😌
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Frodo can go first! 😉
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Ha ha love it 😊
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After I’d written it I realised I’d freaked myself out a bit! But I trust Frodo and his wee chum. We’ll bring up the rear with the wine. 😉
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Excellent darling, right behind you 😛
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Reblogged this on thesewordsiwrite2012 and commented:
If you haven’t yet, you need to follow scottishmomus so you can regularly receive great writing such as this piece!
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Thank you for sharing and for such a lovely recommendation to your readers. It’s much appreciated.
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Of course! Keep up the wonderful writing!
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My pleasure and gratitude. 🙂
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