That night He made tribal love to me. Ancient, angry, animal love. Drumming for the rain on the plains of our bodies I was the sand and he was the sea Meeting to the beat of the stampede I was the earth and he the seed, He the quickening quirk of the tree Our limbs…
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Creative Writing, OldVenue
Creative Writing: Quickfire Questions…with Elley Blue
What do you believe in? I believe quite strongly in spirits and elves. In Iceland they will only lay a new road if they are sure it doesn’t run through an elfhouse. My kind of people. What don’t you believe in? Karma. Sadly, I don’t think the universe recognises you when you do a good…
Creative Writing, OldVenue
Creative Writing: The Truth of the Moth
If I were called in to construct a religion, I should make use of light. I would worship at the peak of the day, Basking and glorying on some hilltop made divine by the sun, My offering a half-hour of sapped-strength lazing. I would not sequester my faith in dusty shadows, Chiaroscuroing my faith between…
Creative Writing, OldVenue
Creative Writing: The Truth of the Moth
If I were called in to construct a religion, I should make use of light. I would worship at the peak of the day, Basking and glorying on some hilltop made divine by the sun, My offering a half-hour of sapped-strength lazing. I would not sequester my faith in dusty shadows, Chiaroscuroing my faith…