The Free-Writer

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If we kiss the ground as we fall from grace,

The dirt on our faces will be a badge of love.

If the bridge we build with burning wood

Should hold out, we’d be swallowed by the

Ground it stands on instead.

From the bottom of the well,

We’d look for the second halo

In glass jars that shatter on the ceiling,

Illuminating the paper we scrawl our minds onto.

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About DickensianJack

Born in Wolverhampton in November '93, moved to Huddersfield in September 2012. Studying at the University of Huddersfield. In love with the town - simple as that. As for the blog itself, I've been doing bits and pieces of writing (with varying quality) for a few years. A friend suggested I start a blog to share my work. Most of the stuff on here is poems, but there's other work interspersed on the page. Feel free to leave any comments on my work. Twitter: @DickensianJack (Jack Dickens) Facebook: www.facebook.com/dickensianjack Cheers, enjoy.
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2 Responses to The Free-Writer

  1. “… a badge of love …” I just love that!

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