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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Wednesday, 30 March 2016

The Wilderness

Wrapped in character-building cold
We slowly make the trek up top
Blue legs quivering
Red mouths laughing
As we leap and hide and chase and kick.
We are monarchs playing as men
And the wilderness our kingdom.

Stone formality soon gives way to true chaotic nature.
The further we go, the thicker it weaves about us.
There are passages here, dens, lairs,
Borders laid out and territories established.
The paths are the only neutral ground
But nature has claimed the neutral.
We run bare legged through brambles and ferns
And emerge into the safety
Of mud and grass and green space.
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