richa11 Dec 2003

like the idea dolphins of dorset (there are no dolphins in dorset) it sounds kind of folklore, gives a nice gentle feel.

Like the snappy wisdom (almost beatish) of searching for god, and memory is a friend.

One quibble, the final verse 'my thorns'. Seems detached from the earlier metaphor. Needs to follow through the image of cutting yourself on the thorns.