My Abstract Designs

I love writing poetry and creating digital art For years my creativity was locked away not quite a life sentence it walks  freely today.

Highlander man

She watched the cliff top walkway 

long after the sun had set over the sea

with heart sinking, one last look 

longing to see her highlander man 

her Inner voice whispered 

ach your bonny lad

has surely fallen to  his foe

banishing that infallible thought 

she mused I will not give up 

I’m with his child 

when born this wee bairn 

will know his love

then from within the night 

she heard his voice

my sweetheart I’ve returned to thee

a stirring in her womb 

the wee bairn now awake 

tears of happiness 

your dada is home.

Andrew Ballard