Tag: creative-writing
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Roots
Mulberries, Pose outside my window; The perks of cocooning, Away from the daily show. They saunter, then wade, Like soot that burns and plummets; Soldiering against the gales, A dungeon for the magpie’s stolen nest. I’ve heard that they connect, With synergy beyond the lovers’ reach. Once snow-white, now dripping red, Branches whorled by unlevelled…
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The Underground
Tube lights flicker, Tether and splinter; A hollow sound of yore— Gashes against the window. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · To my surprise, The outside is what is in: Only my face, and vacant space. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Below us, the tracks all gather, In concrete unison, against the…
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Connection
Inspired by “Alone is what I have. Alone protects me” from Sherlock BBC 🖤 · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Flame-coloured pavement, Thickly-set concrete; I crouch, my fingers press, Jostling the earthenware. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Writhing, shivering, beckoning— With gait and stride like the army’s, The fog slithers and deceives,…
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Hiraeth
I long to be, Somewhere free from me; To leave my youthful body, And the age of vanity. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · I long to be, Amidst the dirt, Its fragments, unearthing my crust; To be scared of the beasts that surround me, Who came from the same Creator, And shall return…
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The Rupture
I’m always peeking in the distance. Sirens sounding, I hear nothing, I’ve never before lived as the Fool, Concealing my own nature, Waiting for the rupture. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · I’m slow and weak, Quiescent like an infant, I count the steps, I count the beats, I pull, and push, like Sisyphus.…
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For the New Year: As a Writer
It comes with expectations and disappointments. Sighs of relief and melancholy. You’re perched on a threshold — looking ahead at the untrodden road that lies before you, whilst looking back at how far you’ve come. But one thing remains the same: you made it. Let that mean something. To the creative spirit: thank you for…
The Barbaric Yawp 