Some interesting collaborative pieces.
"Spring terror
Snowdrops revert to merely green
when snow subverts their herald’s role,
but thaw restores their callous poise
and sets in train an ebbing tide
which gathers speed like pressured steam
as each successive flower unfolds
and every longer day destroys
more of the darkness where we hide.
It quietly starts, and then it swells,
this growing distance from the shore –
and as my toes lose contact with
dissolving sand and broken shells,
I want to ask, beneath the roar,
has winter no more cold to give?"
—@philvernon.bsky.social
"...Expiring in the frore and foggy air." --Shelley,
The Revolt of Islam, Canto IX. xxv.
Do anagrams count in the meme wars?
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