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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, 18 April 2025

The Old blood

Something of the old blood clings to these walls
Welcoming and warning
Marble shines and the Arno slurs, lazy and fat 
Hawkers call and curse, rubbish swirls,
There are memories here to be made and to recollect
Of meals taken, love amassed on beating streets
Footsteps fighting broken words
Tongues mixing and meddling here,
Away from the still and silent places
Where only vespers dare to tread
And here with shutters pulled I wait
Lying in hope for the night. 
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