Treasured heart
The nine and ninety
Petals pressed
'Neath shadowed cloud
Push the bladed thorn
To leech the dowry
Quiet and sad
This smog-sponged morn,
Cross again
Sing the signs
Of Arthur's seat
Of Nimue's bed
Pick out flaming fabric
Bold as blood
Twist each cord
Of painted thread.
WhatWhyHow???
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.
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