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2 June: Day 2 #theWildness
Day 2. Write a letter to plant A Letter to an Apple Tree Dear Apple Tree, Friend of mine, here you exist.You fill the air of this place with Your backstory, andDream premise. You are,when in bloom,You are not,when bare, and yet You exist for an apple.Such a pretty red thing, Destined for a flowery…
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2 June: Day 1 #theWildness
Day 1. Sounds when you step outside A Touch Of Earthiness A colonnade of old oak treesIts leaves delicate on a breeze.It cuts the air Like a brush of silkSoftHigh-pitched. To dance to,To weaveThrough branches, A sound to ebbAnd flowWith my heartbeat. Written for The Wildness (#thewildness) 30-day challenge: Day 1 – describe what you hear…
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2 June: Box Tree Caterpillar
The Box Tree Caterpillars Sometime during nighttime’sdoorful of sky, they made mischief. Moths laying eggs. Spinningwhite web shrouds. They’re all over the place, he says. Last week the eggs started hatching. Caterpillars, eating my box trees.Stringy threadsof stripped sticks and stems. Oops. Overdosing on S alliteration there. Those moths partitioned my world.Me vs caterpillars. I’m…
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1 June: A Thursday Door
The old Arundel Castle boathouse. It’s no longer in use, obvious from the state of it, and should probably be taken down before it falls down on someone’s head. But that’s not how things work in this part of West Sussex – money’s short, so you mend and make do. Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of…
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1 June: Last Photo on the Card
This post is in response to Brian’s monthly challenge Last Photo on the Card. Brian (aka Bushboy) asks for the Last Photos on your phone/camera/SD card. Here is the last shot taken using my iPhone 14Pro Max. Shared on Twitter with @bushboywhotweet
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31 May: Two dVerse
He Doesn’t Know She Eats These Like Sweets He’s crowing on again,eating chilli peppers –it is a manly thing. Can’t bear it when he’s peacocking. He fishes aroundfor another jalapeño.Pops it in. Chews.Sticks his tongue out. Come on, he says, Eat one.Oh, to fawn girliness, or not! For dVerse Quadrille “pepper” (44-words sans title) and Sarah’s…
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30 May: MLMM Photo Challenge
Wing and Tail Feathers It’s a flying dream,across blue stained sky,into a womb of clouds. Wind, full on my face.I glimpse earthly contoursswayed as an old mare’s back. The wind jumpsas I punch through the air.I am wing and tail feathers. … ne ultra crepidam … I am no hawk.I am no kite.Nevertheless, I am…
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29 May: Delving into MLMM
Collage 1.Planted new climbers last week. Roses. Yellow and peachy pink. They’re already reaching up the trellis. Already aphids. 2.Lettuces, tomatoes and lupins, and one red fox. Innumerable cats, And there’s a dying patch of grass, thanks to the fox. 3.All I remember of my first grade teacher is her pearls rolling across the floor. She had a broom. We assumed…
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28 May: for RDP Chautauqua
Found Any Time, Any Place And she said,A poet who doesn’t look for answersisn’t a poet. But I look for moments, I said.As if tomorrow I might lose my mind.As if tomorrow I might lose my sight. And she said, Ask yourself,Why do old women return to the Church. I knew why.My god-fearing mother did…
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28 May: Ragtag Daily 26-27.05
I. Broken I talk to drought beaten plants that disappear before my eyes, driven by no road to their end. Bees are already a memory. Wind cutting like broken glass. And I don’t know what dead land this is. Written for ragtag daily prompt on 26.05.23 “driven” II. Tea Dried and sun-crisp parched, a silver spoon ringing against fragile china clay. Scented like a head full…
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