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Day 29

 Day 29, Albatross In elocution exam, level 3 She recited the Rime of the Ancient Mariner,  stood in the arc of sunlight in the salon of the old Foundlings school, a sea of polished floorboards, shrinking She saw the words scrolling in her head and at the 'Albatross' the bird itself appeared absurdly grand and white in the airless room, its feathers shedding, aftermath of pillow fight Circled without landing- years and years at sea and raised its neck, opened up its voice to shriek.  The words stuck in her throat, the rite and rote faltered  All this fuss, just to smooth her accent, and her hesitation, the sharp edges of which,  they said would hang around her neck. The albatross still flew

Day 28

 Day 28 The boy cutting my hair talks of the weather and my fine hair, in the sense of slim.or slender, not wonderful. This weather is the mischief, eh? There's a picture of a model, hair like glass The back of my neck aches, pressed against the sink The mirror reflects gossip, echoes answers With my hair wet on my scalp my skull is the same shape as Nefertiti's My face hangs in its frame, a kind of art

Day 30 (2)

 Day 30 Legend All these Greeks, tired of being painted by pre raphaelites and raphaelites and Botticelli  opt for abstract expressionism Zeus for Jackson Pollock, paint as scattered thought and action Hades as late Goya or Hallmark at its tritest Disney Poseidon Persephone repeated in her seasons like Pop Art Aphrodite, flying into war, a pin up girl Athena as a sword, steel wrapped round itself again again which is not, by any measurement, Art at all.

Day 30

 Legend  Day 30 Legend  Your Man, like Oisin, son of Fionn McCool, returned from exile from the isle to an age of priests and dying magic to a bleaker shore In the Puffin book of Irish myths and legends, this is the saddest and the last, the bowed man frail as coppiced trees, his youth falling like pale leaves And see him, forgetting himself and his youth, forgetting himself and wonder, the irresistible tide of the dividing sea, the long-stranded swimmer

Day 27

 American sonnet Day 27 Getting more difficult with each challenge (writing fatigue) American sonnet I.  From prompts Abstract object song Fear prison spirit rider Tiredness banister pale blue eye Peace daughter Wichita linesman Boredom feet would you like to swing on a star Fear of missing out TV it's a sin Displacement hedge in dreams Revolution Blackbird Eurovision winner Avoidance window bela lugosi's dead Quiet thimble eye of the tiger Democracy book saucerful of secrets Homeland cushion the sun ain't gonna shine Repetition candlestick Gymnopedie Optimism floorboard gallows pole Happiness daffodils gullsong Ii Morning show The presenter jokes with the Pet Shop Boys, shows footage from what seems a hundred years ago, everything delivered flat effect. If you rang now, that's how I'd speak to you; but seriously,w hat skill it is to do a show like this- from solemn news to interviewing dogs A scientist shows pictures of a planet where life might be; 'there are ...

Day 26

 Day 26 What clatters, who? Jackdaws in the bare trees Their nests of tattered leaves  and bracken, high up, scattered thought clouds Matters of love are chattered there, up in the high nests, up in the beady eyes of pines. They are poised to spatter  spies, under the trees and looking up They needle natter, announce News of the day, and fanfare latter echoes of bad angels , blessings curses all that patter. The Sky's seen better  through a milk blue eye

Day 25

 Day 26 Proust questionnaire The dampness of the butterfly A family A hungry fire Not liking me Not sure My imagination  Anxiety Truthfulness In a blue moon My real look Trump again Humanity Humanity To be fair  A poem In the cold desert with stars Dancing  Lazy An unsung songbird In a ruined Venice  A turquoise and silver bracelet of teeth Dreamer Hatred My great book may be written  Quietly  Circling moths in the puzzle square