Spinning Yarn Again

Spinning Yarn Again

written by: Daisy King

@stormsinteacupby

Tremble by tremble,
Cold, low-burning headlights,
a beautiful disused sentence
folding crumpled mouths over
stretched broken curfews.
Winter never meant to hurt you.
Stories now so tired of being told.

Tales of Aesop and of Chaucer.
Broken bone, teacup and saucer.

Your short shadows.
Your loosened forgetting.
Falling like a hammer
Falling like a suitcase,
full of ageing wistful neck scarves.
Didn’t I say I don’t do things by halves?
Stories now so tired of being told.

Brothers Grimm and Rumpelstiltskin.
Tired of weaving the same words in.

Until the facts forget themselves.
Until book spines crack the shelves.
Until the morals can strengthen themselves.
I kept the best until last.
Our fate is told by the past.
Stories not so tired of being told.

Thought machines and iron cutlasses.
Sleepless birds and grey trespasses.

Stories never tired of being told.

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Daisy King

A recent graduate of University College London with an MSc in Social Neuroscience, I am now studying independent film-making because of a particular creative calling. I have also enjoyed learning British Sign Language, and have a great interest in languages, generally- etymology, linguistic relativity, and the phenomenon of lost words. I make T-shirts, mostly featuring images of Beat poets. I have been published in an anthology called Brainstorms a few years ago, and in the inaugral issue of the online literary journal Wildness.

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