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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.

Friday, 11 November 2016

Night waves

We own the rolling ocean waves
The dip and curl and thunderous roar
From silent depths black as the grave
To breakers hammering the shore.
We walk the coastal paths back home,
Wind-bent gorse and marram grass
Laugh at the two of us alone
And whip at our skin as we pass.
The taste of salt is on our lips
As we kiss goodbye at the cottage door
Then we part in the night like ships
Never to link eyes or arms once more.
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