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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, 20 November 2016

The touch

The night hymnal
Horse's tail and shake of rein
Sound of bell against the dusk.
The smile creases at your skin
Black hair pulled
Bible gripped.
One hand holds your hat against the wind.
"Not long to go".
Church behind, road ahead,
God be my witness, nothing passed.
The air condensed
You wrapped a shawl
As the clouds wrapped
Around me enrapt.
Hooves, rain, bells and tack,
The constant rhythms gave me pause,
I drifted as we drifted
Out across the rutted track.
Dreaming of blue eyes and blue ice
Cold and cracking.
Your hands are warm.
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