As said on Monday, each Friday we will release a more creative and general post. The first will be a piece of our poetry. We hope that you enjoy it!

Your portrait sits in dimmed light,
Where the icy-grey taint of age pauses
And only pencil-markings now crease the eyes
Where life should be. Markings so weak
That only a little water could break. Look –
Stronger, a little deeper, the dim sketch,
That lights up a million memories,
Of eyes left unflecked by the 
Passing of Time. And the shifts in
Tide. And the 
Haze of horror that all 
Now spirals into halcyon-dreams,
Which sit now, cold
unmelted in my hands.
Banded by sealed 
Visions. Where you may no
longer grow old. So
I keep you in the dimmed light,
Shelter from tide
Closed away,
Set into
Time. 

Alexander Stephenson