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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.

Saturday, 17 September 2016

A passing storm

By an old bucket split and discarded
Home to snails, nothing more
Under the tree where fruits fall like thunder
An easy place to be ignored.

Curled and tired at the roots of the walnut
Wreathed around by rose's thorn
She lay huddled, cold and whimpering
Sheltered from the nearby storm.

She could see the lightning through the window
Hear the crack and crash indoors
So she chose to hide in the tangled bushes
Until the clouds had passed once more.
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