Pale, In The Moonlight...

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Pale, in the moonlight, her form glows between the break in branches. Feathered leaves, green-grey in the dying light, flit and flicker as her hands roll amongst them. Light, and soft, the first unfurls of spring are welcoming. Drift, caress, sleep. The leaves roll and grow, curling closer. They spiral arms, hearts, minds.

They Unknitted From The Ground...

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They unknitted from the ground. Unleashed from ivy-vine, hands tore out of the earth and grasped at the cool spring air. Their tips felt the sun, the sun that was rising grey-green amongst weed and flowerbed. The warmth prickled, flesh renewed, the hands started to soften and glow.

Gosh, a bit dark to start out with again, but that's what arrived so there we are!

PS. Thank you, Paula, for reminding me to get writing again!

For other budding writers in lockdown, do check out these Tips & Exercises over on London Lit Lab!