Author Archives: Lorna Howell

Remanent of ancient splendour Noble in isolation. Family heirloom, More valued than gold. Roots beyond the present When humankind  Was but a speck on the landscape. Before the land was, Sheep shattered; slag scattered, Stone slogged and groaning. In the shadows, cloud and leaf speckled, Moss clad stone, web strung, Where silence is never total.…More