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Beware of imitators.
I won't be stirred up into hate. I see what you are doing With your potion. You take a pinch of this and a handful of that,
By Rachel Deeming10 months ago in Poets
I'm not worried too much by the sting; From a distance, I'll just blast the thing. But there's something I really abhor: Its buzzing, an insectile roar.
I remember our first encounter: I was suitably unsettled. A cartoon of technicolour proportions To excite the mind with a taste of wonder.
Sometimes I want to run away, Just me. It's not because I don't love you Because I do. But there's a part of me that cracks a little
Dear Robber Bob, It's a strange thing to be writing you a letter of resignation when I haven't done the job yet but I am afraid that's what I have to do, to stave off your disappointment.
By Rachel Deeming10 months ago in Fiction
I'd like to invite you for tea, You're bound to have good company. I will be there And the lively March hare In a wonderland wacky and twee.
I wish that I could take the world And turn it upside down. I think of what it would be like To roll it like a marble: blue and green and white.
I don't want to be Benjamin Button. I like where I birthday now. But I think my peak has been reached. Small coloured candles of my accrued years
It is my greatest gift; The ability to take what I know And what I don't know And drift with it. Pictures form and they are all my own.
I downloaded this book a few auroras ago (if you read this, that will make sense), only rediscovering it recently after seeing it on a shop shelf and thinking, "That cover looks familiar."
By Rachel Deeming10 months ago in BookClub
Take a touch of quirkiness And sprinkle it on an idea; Make it twee but don't overdo it, Just a pinch, to taste. Gently stir with humour
Voice is what I found and a home for it is what you provided, a corner to sit and snatch together ideas that fly and whirl around my head, like bumbling moths.
