Compiled from a grimoire grocery
list of plot powders, worldbuilding extracts, and eye of newt, here are a few
of the ingredients that combine to form my sense of poetics.
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| My Favourite Things - Photo by Ellie Morris |
Ivy on tombstones
And carvings on trees,
Ghosts in the attic and dolls
left unseen,
Old love letters stuffed in bedsprings,
These are a few of my favourite
things.
Schoolgirls in love that meet in
discretion,
Teeth-gnashing, jaw-clenching,
Fright and depression.
Siblings that bicker, twins in
despair,
These are the things that you’ll
find in my lair.
Homes left to rot and dangers
that loom,
Nightmares from dreams,
And creatures from tombs.
Secrets, dysfunction, conflict,
and strife,
These are the scribblings that
take over my life.
When the block hits,
When the fog comes,
When I’m out of luck,
I simply remember these writerly
things,
And then I don’t feel so stuck.*
*Disclaimer: This is obviously a silly parody of The Sound of Music's 'My Favourite Things' lyrics.
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