Wires bend like ghosts of sails in the wind
A shrill whistle and a tap-tap against the mast.
The sea has come to claim its own.
Crashing over the cobb in a white curtain
As flecks of spray repaint the sun-bleached wood.
The sea is here and all shall know.
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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.
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