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15 February: for Twiglets #312
Nuts Nuts Nuts There’s a walnut treein a sunny corner of the garden. Its sap is rising to wakenew spears of leaf-like green. Squirrels chase up and downthe contours of winter, and within their chatter, I hearNuts. Nuts. Nuts. Written for Twiglets #312 “cracking walnuts” . AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery and poems ©Misky…
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10 February: Too Early
Too Early First crocusas bright as a struck match,a blinded flamein the frost, and robbedof its thin white dress. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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14 February: for Twiglets #311
Mouse I see youthere, dipping and diving,rooting in bowls. A spoonful of dinner.Sugar on your lips.Crumbs on your fur. I hear yougnawing, you withthose black bean eyes. You, scurrying onthin silence. You, lurkingwhen I’m not looking. I see youlittle mouse, eyeing upthat glistening moon. Written for Twiglets #311 “Eyeing It” AI Digital Artwork is created…
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13 February: Dunes
Dune a broadloom of sandand tufts of grass that grip the dunes.the surface is absent of idyllic solitude.the sea air is windblown, turned and risen full volume.sand shifts, spills, and holds the shade of midday heatagainst our feet, and we have nothingplanned in mind. Written for RDP: “Sand”. AI Digital Artwork is created using Midjourney. Imagery…
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12 February: A Wolf’s Catechism
“…. his grizzled hair hanging…” by Charles Dickens, The Haunted Man and the Ghost’s Bargain Everyone said so. He was a plaything for the green phantoms of Absinthe. A sleeping delirium, a flame in a hallucination. Grim and low voiced, like a melody in a hollow grave. He was seasonal, slipping in and out, shedding…
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11 February 2023: Deconstructed Lunch
Déconstruit Sandwich You are what you eat, that’s what Mama said. So I’m the rear quarter of a pig. Smoked. Even though I quit long ago. An emulsion of egg and oil. I’m a brined, sliced cucumber. Bubbling starter and flour, and a slow ferment. Trust my mama to slick guilt on a ham and…
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11 February: Stream of Consciousness Saturday
Leafless The garden.It’s just some wet mud and a magpie that keeps its tail up.There’s an obvious wrinkle in this landscape. Rain dribbles off the gutter, leaves stuck up there.Again.I suppose.Although the trees have been leafless for months. Snowdrops bloomed on Monday,and then slugs nipped the blossoms off the stems.My heart was stabbed by that,it’s…
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11 February: The Heron
Heron Rain falls on a heronas it looks down,then farther on,beyond the tendril tanglesaround its legs. AI Digital Art is mine and created using Midjourney’s bot (v4). Image and poem ©Misky 2023 Shared on Twitter #amwriting @midjourney
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10 February: FOWC “Entrance”
For Fandango’s One Word Challenge today is “Entrance”. This photo (taken yesterday) is of St Margaret’s Church, the 13th century village church in Rottingdean, Sussex. Image ©Misky 2023 Linked back to #FOWC
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10 February: Words from the Oracle
A Cadralor poem based on The Oracle’s word list I. it happened on one thosenumberless roads. shadowsstretching long as an illnessreaching for cures. II. the sun was just setting.a crimson gash on the horizon,as if irate to give up its rightfulplace in the sky. III.Mama had said: clean undies,& keep yourself well-groomed,in case you’re in…
