Last night I dreamt I was lost in a castle
lingering there in the mist
and the fog and the darkness and the snow
and when I woke up this morning
the sun was shining
and the castle was gone
but still I felt the same
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Notes:
1. Written on July 9th, 2022
__________I just saw a hedgehog
ambling around the edges of my garden
in the middle of the day
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Notes:
1. Written/seen on June 28th, 2022
__________faded spines
full of cracks and creases
the pages as dry and brittle
as bone
and haunted
with memories
not always their own
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Notes:
1. Written on June 26th, 2022
__________Some more Pocket Tales, to go with this year’s Pocket Tales (#10-#12), and last year’s Pocket Tales (#1-#4 / #5-#9).
Pocket Tales #13
Dust
It filled the air we breathed and the lungs we breathed it with.
Smoke
It filled the air we breathed and the lungs we breathed it with.
Mist
It filled the air we breathed and the lungs we breathed it with.
The Fog Of Existence
It was everywhere
in everything there ever was
Pocket Tales #14
Chasm
They stepped over it as if it wasn’t there.
Bridge
Only the bravest dared to cross.
Cliff
You could feel gravity here as if it was a real thing pulling you down in its grip.
A Dream Of The Moon Never Disappoints
There is enough there for everyone to see and do.
Pocket Tales #15 (Poetry Edition)
A Poem For The Cat
Why is she
so perfect
so perfectly unconcerned
with me?
A Poem For The Fish
Little fish
Big Fish
Swimming in a circle
in the corner of the room
Big Fish
Little Fish
Bioluminescent
Glowing in the gloom
A Poem For The Spider
All her spidery children
spread across the ceiling
Does she even remember them
or know what they’re feeling
Now they’ve left her web
for somewhere more appealing
A Poem For Mum
She doesn’t get angry
because she’s too sad
If only we were good
Instead of so bad
A Poem For Dad
He dreams of the sky
He dreams of the sea
He dreams of the mermaid
He dreams he was free
I think he’s forgotten
Who he used to be.
A Poem For The House
I can feel it
dreaming
Is it dreaming
through me
I can feel it
growing
Almost like a tree
Ae we the birds
in its branches?
Or its fruits
and its seeds?
A Poem For Me
Its okay
to not be seen
Its okay
to not be seen
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Notes:
1. Made between June 9th and June 12th, 2022
__________I would quite like to say fuck off
to just about everyone
But I don’t say fuck off
to anyone at all
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Notes:
1. Written on June 2nd, 2022
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