A poem by Katherine Hunter The invisible people wander aroundthrough tales of birds and hollows unfoundThey serve copper dishes and twitter to ghoststhey scamper on roofs built by their hostsThe boy sits upon his thronewhere the wind swirls and howls, and cuts through boneAs the mighty thorned giant stares aheadits gaze follows the striped KingContinue reading “The King Of The Wild”
Maan Atelier 