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6 June: Klimt’s Palette #thewildness
June 6. Write a poem inspired by the vibrant colours and patterns of a butterfly’s wings. Klimt’s Palette It dances over the fence,gone like a dream.A whispery prayer.Wings of electric blue sky. Butterfly, petal soft in the sun.Wings of cloisonne,pieced and puzzled stardust.A splash of Gustav Klimt’s palette. It shines phosphorescent yellow,bright as medieval sunlightthrough…
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5 June: The By and By #thewildness
Day 5. Describe a peaceful moment spent observing a body of water. The By and By By and by, my thoughts finda final resting place. Here, wherethe fruits of one’s beating heartfind moon-stained fragrance. Water’ll steal your heart with itspond-born language, life’s broth, and by and by, the frogs murmurtheir love talk, diamond clear,vowel-bending into…
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4 June: Her Dog #thewildness
Those wicked days that pressed. Persistent. Pervasive. Such deep darkness. Such endless exhaustion. The numbness was a disconnect. Fatigue, to sleep. To dream. Aches, the pains of mind and bone. And her dog stayed faithful, never begging, ever quiet, a constant breath, and they waited out that wicked dark depression. This ancient feelingLike dying constellationsHer…
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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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