Sunday, 1 February 2009

Why I didn't stay write
being heard

stop mithering me,
ya little bugger

.....a book of
words weave
a magic

gisit 'ere

....secrets of
night dreams
flutter down

giz that - ah
gen it ya! ashes
fire love
to crackle

ya mardy nowt

.....a child no
more so
poem hears

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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.