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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, 2 December 2016

My own private kubla khan

This morning, in a flash of inspiration,
Three lines came to me.
Three perfect lines.
I knew I had to write them down quickly,
Had to capture that magic,
But we were late, and school waits for no man.
Walking up, I repeated them to myself,
Over and over like a mantra.
Navigating children's conversations,
Keeping threads untwined,
Those perfect lines glowing,
Guiding me home.
And there, paper snatched, pen poised,
The phone rings and it's gone.

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