These past two weeks have just flown by. I’ve made considerable headway with the group anthology (up till 11:30 the other night doing it while my beloved was visiting her sis in the Big Smoke) so that’s nearly done, had a small commission, which is done, and now I’m working on a poem, which is nearly done. Not bad going, I’d say.
I’ve also been dipping into Willful Creatures, a collection of short stories by Aimee Bender, which so far has been mind-meltingly good. The stories are deliciously surreal and are written, well, just brilliantly as far as I’m concerned.
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And here are a couple of links for you: I’ve enjoyed reading Robin Jarossi’s blog/site, and this, which is also deliciously written.
Right. Back to that poem.
The Tide Rises, the tide Falls The tide rises, the tide falls,The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;Along the sea-sands damp and brownThe traveller hastens toward the town,And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls,But the sea, the sea in the darkness calls;the little waves, with their soft, white hands,Efface the footprints in the sands,And the tide rises, the tide falls. The morning breaks; the steeds in their stallsStamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;The day returns, but nevermoreReturns the traveller to the shore,And the tide rises, the tide falls.——-by runescape gold