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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.

Saturday, 19 April 2025

Parma violets

At the side of the road
On a street like any other
A natural sweet factory blooms 

The famous Parma Violet tree springs into flower
Each buff a fragrant mauve 
A sweetly cloying crunch

The birds and the beasts flock to them
Clamouring for the lilac prize
Inflorescent creepers rolling with nectar

And on short ladders cast about
Girls are singing as they work
Sleeves rolled up and dusted pink

Thumb and forefinger pinch each stem
Skilfully strip each shining flower
Gathered in baskets for distant markets
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