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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, 9 December 2016

The picnic

Orange blossom water evaporates
Leaving but a giggle
A light echo of scent in the sun
All of us but this is gone.
We picnicked on prosecco-poached peaches
Melting dolcelatte figs
Dukka and full-fruited oil-dipped bread
We savoured that as it dripped and drizzled
Warm from the sun and spiked with conversation.
Biting on primed tomato bombs
Pulling rich strings of mozzarella and polenta
We lost ourselves in that afternoon
In meringues floating on morello lakes
In muscatel and pear granita
And laughing, we locked our eyes
Muddled strawberries flecked with orange blossom water.
The sunlight eased from the afternoon
With nothing but scent behind us.


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