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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.

Sunday, 7 August 2016

The painted morning

The morning sun glows through the red curtains
Like a torch held against fingers.
The same glow through my eyelids
As I hold them closed against the light.
Grudgingly I open them
To see the shifting rays carve you from the dark
A single line defines you like an artist's sketch.
How can you still sleep with that weight of light upon you?
I tickle you with my smile
Willing you to feel
But it's too early
This lady's not for waking.
Instead, I run my eyes around the room.
Exercising the lenses on every corner
Counting the digits cast on the ceiling
Until it's time to make the quiet climb
Trying to lighten heavy feet
And another world awakens.

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