a random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of... well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry.
Monday, 9 June 2008
Susurrus
Blue is the sky, deep as oceans. Grass, green as emeralds lies beneath. A gentle susurrus blows through the trees - The tranquil sigh of a world for now at peace.
I heard the word "susurrus" today and it seemed perfect for this piece.
I love that word. Pratchett, I assume, is where you heard it - but I can't remember which book it's in. Equal Rites? Had a feeling it was a witches book.
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I love that word. Pratchett, I assume, is where you heard it - but I can't remember which book it's in. Equal Rites? Had a feeling it was a witches book.
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