"Arable farms are sterile and lifeless," I said.
"Take a scunge," a passing #rook suggests, "From Nob-o-norris down to Old Swan Road. Life is hiding everywhere. Voles live under a wooden whelm over the runnel. The hedges have smeuses for rabbits, dunnocks and urchins."
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She usually takes a shortest route on the way #home from work, cutting through the #twitchel beside the pub. It stinks of rotting garbage, and men caught short, and couples too drunk to care about the stink or being caught.
Her damp flat feels like heaven when she reaches it.
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like a tunnel is a #twitchel for a #train
a rhyme is a twitchel in my brain
a little lane to writing
when the real world is biting
thanks for reading, please come again
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Mrs Opfersgate has written countless letters to the council, mostly to #complain about teenagers snogging in the alley behind her house. Secretly, she longs for Mr Opfersgate to take her up the #twitchel.
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Travel update: major #delays are anticipated today in the Beech Lane #twitchel, due to leaves on the path. Southbound traffic (Emily, 7) is searching for the perfect gold, while northbound traffic (Rex, 8 months) has discovered the joys of rolling in foliage.
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"#Skerry," the children said of her: "Better run past ol' Miss #Twitchel's or the skerry biddy'll bite ye!"
Their words make her sad, but she smiles when she sees them scampering past her window, and her mouth waters.
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twitchers in the #twitchel
eyes on the #horizon
a Hornemann's Redpoll seen!
a white-rumped sandpiper,
a red-breasted goose,
a penduline tit,
and a ruddy duck up the boreen!
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Of all the short-lived dance crazes of the Fifties the #Twitchel was the one most likely to be banned at high school sock #hops, usually at the request of the janitor.
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The fishermen call it '#dumbledore #rain': when the wind whips the waves to a fine foam and sends it stinging into their faces, like bees defending a hive. They work through it, hauling up pots to feed their honeys.
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All animals have their own myths, even the humble insects: horseflies throng the seashore hoping to see kelpies, ladybirds avoid bridges in fear of #trolls, and #dumbledores always leave a little pollen for the pillywiggins.
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when reality sours
spend a few hours
visiting wildflowers
put your life on pause
to join #sightseeing tours
led by #dumbledores

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In winter, the queen of the #dumbledores is still, but she dreams of travel. Spring may come for her, and if it does she will jink from snowdrop to primula, from crocus to pussy willow, with her little yellow #suitcases holding her souvenirs.
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The #dumbledore plans her daily #journey to match her mood: on happy days she will start at the purple toadflax, then meander to the musk mallow, before finishing at the wild carrot and the field scabious.
She only has happy days.
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The film "#Postcards from #Dumbledores" was critically acclaimed but a commercial failure. The bees proved highly skilled at macro photography, producing gorgeous footage of pollen-laden stamens, but audiences felt the plot meandered and the dialog was repetitive.
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Sadly, few fey folk #travel by #dumbledore any more: slow journeys with frequent flower breaks simply don't suit the lifestyles of modern fairy professionals or tired sprites struggling to hold down two jobs, and the Horn-it app has cornered the commuter market.
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I am drunk on a slice of winter sun
Bombus bumblebee humblebee #dumbledore
Hypnotised by your echoic buzzing
You forage frantically in late blooming helix
Puffs & tufts of cream pips
Leathery lobed leaves
Let me rest here with you Savour sweet nectar in this slice of winter sun.

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How did I miss the turning? I knew the precise moment the moon would be full, but I hadn’t expected the change to happen so swiftly—one moment a lazy buzzing amongst the hollyhocks, the next a bumbling howl of stripes & stings, as #dumbledore becomes the first weredore!
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A photo of Robert Macfarlane's book about regional words from the various parts of the UK. Book rests on a pile of leaves near the river Ouse, but you can't see the river in the pic.

Good morning, afternoon or evening.

Whichever suits this moment in your day.

Coming to the end of these #LandmarksVSS #prompts. One more after this. And this one is...

#dumbledore - bumblebee (English regional)

Write some magic.

HMS Applesauce tries to #raise her periscope above the #woor. She built it herself from tin cans, compact mirrors, a glue gun, and dad's soldering iron. It works well for spying on her brother but it's too short for this task: all she sees is more fog.
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A low #woor lies over the playground. Emmets have clambered up the Sand Pit mountains to escape the freezing damp, and now cling precariously to crumbling #pinnacles, warming in the weak winter sun.
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When a freezing #woor rolls in from the sea, its sodden air dampens the sounds of the thriving fishing port. No one hears the #lobsters coming, and few hear the first screams.
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An eldritch #woor crawls over the land, dripping with the scent of the sea, full of creaking groans and flickering #amber lights and whispered thoughts in forgotten languages. The cold dead have risen, and they want our warmth.
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She is #harried through the #woor by hounds, fast hunters in fur coats who see her scent through the blinding white and drag men with guns behind them. Her choices are surrender or plunging into deathly cold water.
The heavy fog mutes the sound of her splashes.
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kaleidoscope when the north star snores dimly like a copper lantern flickering, you brush up against my bones like woor; sea mist clinging to a shore receding into never-was and never-will-have-been. something barely holding on, something a breath away from falling, always. i want to be the meerschaum that you drift on; like blurred gauze i wrap around you, dressing you in blue. the sea glass through which you stare into the sun, blinking; that is where i’ll stretch my skin, pleated into light.

A painting by British artist Fred Cuming. A beach and an ocean in pastel colors (purples and blues and greens). There is fog over the water and clouds in the sky. In the middle of the sky, there is a sickle moon.

woor (Manx) — low-hanging sea mist that dims the light and chills the air.

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Art: Fred Cuming (1930 - 2022)

Love this, Marsha❤️ does this mean I need to keep #LandmarksVSS going, but over here 😁❤️

The game's a #dud as soon as a #woor rolls in: players become lost in their own damp cocoons, and if the ball is found at all, it's hoofed towards who knows where. But they play anyway, because this is their Sunday and it won't come again until next week.
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A #peek into the frigid #woor shows only shadowy figures: large and lumbering; low and sleek and slinking; small and swift and lost to the mist. Icy dampness clings to all sound, so the near is distant and the distant, mute. An alien land has rolled in.
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Hello from a deep and dark Saturday morning in the UK. Your #LandmarksVSS #prompt word for the week ahead is...

#woor - low-hanging sea mist that dims the light and chills the air (Manx)

Enjoy your words.

Wewire

swaying our
fingers like pinecones

firtips aglow

I love you
love you too
I do tho

(it’s true tho because my hair will not stop growing)

everything making sense
as we make our way through the forest

if you know you know
iykykyk

(I do not know)

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Stay in my hair

rapidly collapsed
marbles
Janets

creatures
down in a lowe, growing through our hands
wilding, tangled

don’t know how to
so obviously want to keep you
you don’t know either

in a forest
but it’s just my hair
mojo black

crow
inhospitable

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