Words
gobbed around
The
middle of a woodland
Nestled
in a portal
Of
forgotten bed stories
Half
opened at dusk
Bent
yellow in static
Kicking
leaves onto rocks
Stung
in maddened tongues
Crying
for a way out
In
broken poetry.
(Week 2 asked for a un-usual journey. Mine ended up been about a journey where I got lost in a forest some years back).
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