From "The Millstone" by Margaret Drabble

I did not know that a pattern forms before we are aware of it,
and that what we think we makes becomes a rigid prison making us.


Street life / zaqi

From "The Reunion" by Margaret Drabble

I liked the thought of something
from my house reaching your house.


Model Republic - Canon EOS 5D / fotographix.ca

From "jerusalem the Golden" by Margaret Drabble

And she the one white soul flew dangerously forth
into some glorious and exclusive shining heaven.


Beautiful blond lady shields her eyes from the setting sun in golden late light. / mikebaird