pen aslip atween a dartness,
atween a gratehound and afrey.
in dinner wine of sleet an gindy
brakes a boundry and a brey.
carpet mouth a little weary,
taykins low an slim ease tream.
suck and slurp upon a heary
goat of bisbegatten neam.
night he clank a midder creepy
strang elate a missy hoar,
silvry spike a little digger
slasher troat a little soar.
penny slip and scrawly bubbish,
scrawly cross a kitchen floor.
scrawly little bits a pantry,
windy peek an bitter shore.
penny drops unto a dankness,
penny bent and broken bare.
empty andy eyes are shrouded,
nobody no go nowhere.
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Is this to do with jack the ripper or have I totally misread it?
At first I thought it was waking up to dark and tortured thoughts and I guess it could be.
But you wrote it in a way which took me to dark alleys in London. I suppose if it is the morning's mind it's an intriguing metaphor.
it was never meant to be about anything, just about sounds but while writing it decided to wander in that direction almost on its own, not exactly jack the ripper but the images that come through are definitely dark and bloody
And if it is morning where you are? What made is dark and bloody?
I'm about to write part 3 of a story I've been writing and have been anticipating some blood spill all week!
Not sure I will write of it quite so darkly though
Appen as this worra a reet gud advenchah tu reed. Ent gorra clue worrits baat but ad tu see it fru tu frooisshun.
Appen as this worra a reet gud advenchah tu reed. Ent gorra clue worrits baat but ad tu see it fru tu frooisshun.
dark an broody, bloomin bril.... N
thanks
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