a fall.

The season is full of drama. While leaves pupate to wait for the orange metamorphosis, one person is already on its erratic way up like a drowning man clawing at thick water. Ah! air is too viscous, the limb is dead heavy (or) air is too thin

futile wing-beats           in vacuum,                 fluttering                                    heartbeats in body of cloth-

– anyway this creature, this light-seeker, strength of the flare running from beacon to beacon, great-heart Icarus gasping, straining, stretching, reaching, rising to take first real breath, actually, almost, can’t quite–

When did it happen?

                                                                once again the moth

                                drifting down

                                                                                                                light as ashes

                     or else smallest of pebbles

                                                                casually flicked from shore to lake

                bouncing once

                                                                                                                                                                          twice on the 

    surface, then

                                                sinking softly to the dark

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Practyssinge the Kynge’s Englysshe

Did some reading a while ago and discovered that Geoffrey Chaucer Hath a Blog. Decided to try out some ME prose:

Ich am soore ydaswed with ouermochel swynken – in especial the redynge of sondry bokes, the whiche may nat be glosed unnethe by the auctores hemselves. Right so ich have yboghten an “London Fogge” for todrinken and peraventure to ouercomen or elles allivyateth myn tormentz. Certes, thilke presentacioun that ich most haue fynysshed toforen Tuesdai next, ys ryght smal and eek withouten talkyng poyntz enow. Welawey!

By Seint Loy! Now ich am pleying Word-Twiste, the whiche ys a chepe rippe-off of Boggle onlyne. The London fogge ys al ydronken and it hath holpen but litil.