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10.12 Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Ragnarök: Found in the Weavers Of this I will know, the power of weavers,the wend of beings wise. Weavest of will. … himin hverfæ ferr menn And I will come from my roamingand wandering, speak riddle-reader. … hykk at illa geti kömr Magic weaver. Ancient sage.Who comes to me with a cold heart. Are they…
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9 Dec: A Six – Heads or Tails at The Three Moles Pub
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 3 Heads or Tails at The Three Moles Pub We’ve stopped for lunch at The Three Moles pub near Petworth, West Sussex; it smells malty sweet, old wood soaking up fumes of dark mild ale, (we both order rib eye steaks,…
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8 Dec: A Housewife’s Ecstasies
A Disturbing Paragraph from a Housewife’s Ecstasies Crane fly on the walllicking at grease,and a blueberry piecooling on the pine table,you know the one –it has the Queen of Spadesfolded into fours so itstays level, won’t rock, the one inthat corner; that corner that always felt empty of air.Mama used to keepa four-leaf cloverin that…
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7 Dec: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order 1. I am thankful that the storm (yes, another one, plus one more is sitting off-shore) that blew through West Sussex earlier this week didn’t cause too much damage. A few limbs fell, and no leaves left on the trees, but that means no more raking leaves (always looks on the…
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6 Dec: Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
A Poem that’s Not about Dave’s Knickers although that’s the way it started and so the song begins. we sing,as the piano tumbles noteslike confetti that pops on one’s tongue.we climb the notes,a confection for pretty tones falling as we rise and rise up,our voices high as a storm-boundballoon, and we are waiting for our turnto…
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5 Dec: 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 holiday snaps and found a few to share. ©Misky 2023 Shared on X #amwriting @bushboywhotweet and @DAntion
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4 Dec: A Six – Brighton Rock
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 2 Title: Brighton Rock By midday, we are relaxing on striped sun loungers in the shadow of Brighton Palace Pier, watching Hünga dance with waves whose rhythm orchestrates every movement of his playful partner, but beneath the pier, the waves feel…
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3 Dec: An Unknown Colour
Today’s words from the Oracle, used in the order as presented An Unknown Colour it’s the property,they think it’s theirs,running by the fence,chewed holes in the shed,just for bitter grass seed. mice,hustling about.might be rats,you never see them.just a flash as they runthrough the ground cover. mice,they will die,mortal being of this world,the great hoax,a…
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Nov ’24: 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 15Pro Max. Shared on Twitter with @bushboywhotweet
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2 Dec: Poem-a-Day Challenge
It’s been a Happy Day … For breakfastI had toast and marmalade,eggs and tea. Hummed a bar or twoof an old song that ran wildthrough my head. Wrapped a woollen shawlaround my shoulders,catching cold now is a worry I miss writing lettersto parents – they’ve beengone many years now. Winter darkness is here;it’s the last…
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