There is a puzzle box
A bated horn
Time's performance
Called to order
When future selves pour scorn
The wheel spins for every number.
Grains expand
Dowsers call the earth to drink
Canter down
Canter through the paeonies
White and pink.
When echoes fade
Silence falls on space
Mothers' proud
Of a son's haunted face.
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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.
Monday, 2 January 2017
Puzzles
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