Feb 15th
Leaving the low rumbling roar hang in the air, filling the space with its volume, a jet engine, heard but unseen flies away #smallstone
Feb 16th
Long & low the wind mutters, grows unforgiving, a drawn out miserable moan & whistles as it swirls, spins away, then subsides #smallstone
Feb 17th
Roads awash with rain glisten clean, ditches collect fouled rainwater, excess-water runs off fields as verge side ponds develop #smallstone
Feb 18th
Uncovered a dark sky, clouds neatly folded as heavy grey serge blankets & sun attempts yet fails to break thru this dense shield #smallstone
Feb 19th
A chunk of bread picked up in its beak dwarfs a robin, who sits on a branch breaks off pieces some fall to ground lost not saved #smallstone
Feb 20th
Ditches fill & flood, rainwater has no where to hide, bursts the banks, runs free to form a ford, & temporarily covers tarmac #smallstone
Feb 21st
Muddied waters flow slickly off fields & slew onto roads, a pale brown liquid mud bath runs free before car tyres part the way #smallstone
Feb 22nd
Twigs & branches, macerated & mashed to bits, ripped from their trees lay trampled in neat furrows along the highway #smallstone
I have been distracted from this practice, of writing my #smallstones, this past week or so – and realised that I ought to post them here on my blog. I’ve been busy writing, back in the flow of things, developing plotlines and writing scenes for my other novel.
All very exciting as it’s great to be back writing.
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