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21.03: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: Found in ‘The Elder or Poetica Edda’ Weavers c. 15 The Words Fell Apart I found sunlight sleepingin the body and soul of me. Við féllum í sundur. Fairest.Fullest..She speaks in soft words. Við féllum í sundur. Plainly.Playing.This I once felt — such was the secret I knew. This is the continuation of the…
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20.03 Spring’s Arabesque
I dreamt of spring—such a strange little telling; blind, blue-eyed flowers straight from the dark brows of doom into a gentle dance. A swaying arabesque—so soft were its April eyes upon the woodland, its shock of white from a blackthorn’s blossom. There’s always a romp, a bird’s pantomime between branch and bough—a secret song, like…
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18 March: dVerse Prosery
And in the end,” she said… It’s my eleventh year, far from home, but oddly, I’m at home here—twilight in the garden, the sky open wide to a single star. It’s summer; I often sleep on the porch, and she says, “It’s not what we may be, it’s what we are.” …
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18.03 Cadralor for the Oracle
A Cadralor for the Oracle I.There’s a crow on the roof ridge,struts across it as if it’s the world,bends its wings, scolds, clamours,swears an ocean of words from itsdark battalions of creamy clouds. II.Petulant weather. Raining as ifspitting upwards by the dead.Splashing against the window,a drummed blur of silver fingersthat change tunes in whispers. III.Listen—a…
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17.03: A Six at Dovedale
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 13 Dovedale & Fiddling Bob-the-Hob Picture, if you will, a lush green valley, time-carved by the icy-clear River Dove; craggy-faced limestone cliffs; sweeping views from Thorpe Cloud hill (a reef knoll); Victorian stepping stones positioned for crossing the river; earthy scents—damp…
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16.03: Journal of Thoughts
My Chrysalism I found the first book I ever read in a wilted cardboard box in the loft—a story about a mischievous little girl who lived in an orphanage in Paris, though the orphanage turned out to be a boarding school, which, to a five-year-old, felt much the same. As I opened it (the spine…
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14.03 The Oracle’s Cadralor
The Oracle Shouts Spring I. Winter was a sharp howling war, Sunday’s spring was utter calm; a day of molten glory and sun, of nights crowding stars pressed troubled faces upon the sky. II.The sea roiled rough though wind laid calm; thick-flecked with light under the light of stars, a shuffle of sands in lapsing…
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13.03.25: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1. Lunar eclipse on Friday—March’s full moon is the last winter moon, and it’s called the Worm Moon—and it should be gloriously red because of the eclipse. 2. Ladybirds on daffodils, and yellow bursting out everywhere. 3. The temperature soared to 18°C (65°F) … for two days—and then everything froze again,…
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13.03: A Thursday Door
Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my photos and found a few to share. Description for the visually impaired: The image depicts a large, ornate red double door with…
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12.03: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: Found in The Weavers c.14 Sliding on Ice slide through the dayas if on ice,on a slick bya flaring flame of sun, En á ísi skrípa be thee a rootless tree,a waxing wave,a brittle billow,a rooting boar, En á ísi skrípa be thee a broken blade,the whim of a child,the first own fruit,I am…
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