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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, 23 October 2016

Hands and feet

They run and run
And all we can do is chase
An eternal truth
From age to age.
Big hands follow small,
Desperate to catch
Before they fall.
Boots and coats surround their warmth
And in the snow they overheat.
Drifting on the pearl-white thatch
Pink gloved fingers find the latch
And kitchen floors grow new damp feet.
Their laughter is its own reward
Play fighting as they call out names,
Hunched over the chopping board
I cut and catch their homespun games.
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