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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.

Monday, 22 August 2016

Shelling Peas

I remember my mother shelling peas
Pod deftly split
Each bright green globe
Gently prised like a babe from the teat.

I have a genetic memory of hundreds of mothers shelling peas
Those hard rounds tumbling into bowls
Husks piled on aprons
Pulled taut across their laps.

So why can't I shell peas?
Nature's joke
Too much force
Those daft marbles
Tumbling into the air and across the floor.
Any crack a pea-sized crack
Waiting to trap those devilish sprouts.
One in the bowl for every five without.

Pods and tempers snap.
A hundred mothers' laughter echoes
With every bounce on the hard floor.
Dead flowers and detritus
Bulk out the meagre reward
And I walk in shame to the freezer door.
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