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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, 30 August 2016

Chase and return

Passed the walls of lichened stone
And loose lattices of cobbed silk
Dipped with bulbs of dew
That my fingers trace a line between. 
These stones are home, eternal
These spiders' forebears
Spun when I was young.
I worried their webs
With a hockey stick
Always chasing balls down lanes
Some feral canine instinct
To chase and return.
And so I do.
Chasing dreams through hills and years
And always returning home.
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