Gosh we're almost done with this year, aren't we? Tail-end and what a wagging tail it is.
Speaking of tail-ends, I've said this on this blog before - and I suppose it's a kind of spatial synaesthesia - but things that normally don't have shape can be given one by the imagination.
So that's what this month's Sideways Door prompt is: poems about shape and form.
Though what's really occupying my mind is the Chennai (and TN) floods.
That's for another post, though.
Speaking of tail-ends, I've said this on this blog before - and I suppose it's a kind of spatial synaesthesia - but things that normally don't have shape can be given one by the imagination.
So that's what this month's Sideways Door prompt is: poems about shape and form.
Though what's really occupying my mind is the Chennai (and TN) floods.
That's for another post, though.
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