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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, 9 March 2025

Icumen In

It's in the hum of the bees
In the glittering thread of spider silk
It's in the beat of the wing 
In the gloss of the emerald leaf
It's in the creak of wood
In the scatter of the scurrying ant
It's in the up-thrust earth
In the bustling beetle claws
It's in the pink of the buds 
In the glare of the window glass
It's in the scent of the spring
In the crunch of the ice cream cone
It's in the red of my skin
In my leaving and returning home
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