So much of it around at the moment.
This is a three line poem I wrote which relates to the piece I am currently working on.
The wet scent of the sea laden air.
The earthy, smoky smell of decay.
The ancient answers to all of the questions lurking amongst the cold stones.
It is intended to focus the thoughts and act as a writing prompt when needed. What a lovely idea and one that I will use over and over again.
Happy writing :-)