Night Visitors
Apr. 25th, 2026 05:44 amNight Visitors
by Jazzy D
A cipher of copper cracks the hedge—
sigil with smoke for breath.
The snail scripts silver, slow and sure,
the blackbird guards a coin of earth.
Mossed stones keep the riddles.
Whiskers read them, wingbeats write them.
Dawn returns; the garden lies
with answers tucked where nothing dies.
(This was written from a period I was living in Teynham)
by Jazzy D
A cipher of copper cracks the hedge—
sigil with smoke for breath.
The snail scripts silver, slow and sure,
the blackbird guards a coin of earth.
Mossed stones keep the riddles.
Whiskers read them, wingbeats write them.
Dawn returns; the garden lies
with answers tucked where nothing dies.
(This was written from a period I was living in Teynham)
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Date: 2026-04-25 08:42 am (UTC)