‘Transformations’ by Josephine Dickinson

Transformations Where is the entrance to the mine? There is no answer. Water flows down from the top. The bank crumbles into the washing hall. The shepherd on his quad bike with his three dogs disappears up the dusty track. A dry stone wall retreats up the Blackburn’s opposite bank. Grass grows on the wall tops, turf on the turrets. An orange wheel glows near … Continue reading ‘Transformations’ by Josephine Dickinson