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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.

Tuesday, 12 July 2016

The Bonefire

The difficult abstraction stood
And stole the branches from the wood
Left every tree bereft of birds
Bare trunks echoing tumbled words
While swift and true he ran the ditch
That led beside the loathsome rich
Piled the wood, let flow the oil
Carefully laid the peaty soil
Then rested every turn of the clock
Remaining 'fore the crowing cock.
As light's first feathers shook off the night
He rose and mocked their glittering might
Stood naked winged with mist and dew
Laughing as their arrows flew.
Answered their charge with a final spit
Turned and signalled the fires be lit.
Took up his horse and rode away
As all in that bonefire burned that day.
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