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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, 9 October 2016

Mud, leaf and child

The field is full of acorns
Cupped and uncupped
Smooth as eggs.
We move amongst them
The slap and kick of wellies in the wet grass
And russet leaves rotting to fairy nets.
He climbs first, she follows fast.
He slides and shuffles low for safety,
A stick dug into the earth with every step.
She scrabbles and scurries,
Straight with no fear or heed of warning.
It's there to be overcome, for fun,
What's the use in worrying.
I am at the bottom,
Watching and waiting to catch them,
Mud, leaf and child.
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