Oliver Shrouder

Creative Writing

The Coaster Bird

Amidst the soak of roars and rain A sodden jackdaw falls, brings The weight of dampened feathers down To ink the bend of a coaster. Underneath, the children lean  Against a painted bearing pole With sugar lumps like poppyseeds  All scattered on their chests.  An hour they have waited just to touch the crackled air…

Creative Writing


All I brought today was my breath, And that was enough To uncover Your centuries. Housed in sand I found You, An archaeology of secrets Buried under brushstrokes in dust For a lost lucky dungeon crawler. Attentively I tented Your skull in my palms, Closing a jaw locked in a bored yawn Or a scream,…

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