Random mid week post

Two posts in one week, I'm really spoiling you.

I can't believe it was over a year ago that I had the pleasure of meeting and chaperoning Solomon Trimble around Dublin. He came over to work at an event that I was running and stayed for an extra week to travel around Ireland and over to London. My first encounter with Solomon, was hearing him read this poem on youtube. 2 years later and I'm still in awe of it's beauty:

Honey Rose

Her beauty has me,
It nourishes the air enough that roses grow in the wind without soil,
I could scream in her ear,
and she couldn't hear me over the volume at which I adore her face,
I thought I was so clever and keen,
Filling a tulip with nectar and her, the butterfly to suckle,
But I'm a fool,
I stand here in the ebb of her iris and I feel lucky to be reflecting,
When she blinks, I will be trapped in her mood forever,
This is a place that I will call home,
A place where roses grow from Honeycomb