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 Aug 2019
Jesse stillwater
feel the wind whistle
down the tenebrous sky
come to carry away
my silenced heart

hold dear the love
you see through
    my dried  tears —
before  the  glint
doth  fade

lay me down alone,
my dearest friend,
eyes  to  the  sky
   neath the lone oak tree —
atop the meadow hill

where a lonely child
climbed gnarled rungs
in hope to sail away
on fleeting cotton clouds;
dreaming of a place
in the distant sky
to  call  home


Jesse Stillwater ... September 21, 2018
Thanks for reading — Jesse
 Aug 2019
CA Guilfoyle
Now these clouds
the cold mean greys
sideways rain, the north lands I remember
the drowning choke of smoke and fire
traveling the dark road to your home
the black and spark of stars
we watched through the night
before the killing dawn
before the foggy cold that held us down
the clinch and grasp a slow stinging wasp
gone the fragrant hum of bees
the honey meadow petals.

Only a fleeting summer - we gathered
now swallowed in the autumn thunder
the bruising cold of November.
 Aug 2019
Sergio Gonzalez
A beautiful meadow
Lays dormant inside
I wished it blossom
But it’s not its time
It’s been neglected
For such a long time
But it needs attention
To bloom in time

I’ll take care of you
If you let me in
We all have our troubles
No one is immune to sin
I know you’re not perfect
But neither am I
We’re just mere mortals
On this garden of eden
We call life

My eyes run blood red
Like the moon at times
I’m always wishing
I could be by your side
But you’re so far away
You’re my Andromeda
You’re two seconds away
From fading away
But don’t worry
I’ve made it past the ISS
And my final destination
Is your constellation
I wouldn’t have it any other way
 Aug 2019
Sara Kellie
Starting with coverage from BBC2.

Brushing calm shadows into
pastel hills.
A rhythm paints terrain a
sugary brown.
Flicks of green create
fauliage serene.
The clean tasteless air is
cotton soft.
A effortless stream runs
cobalt clear.
Where salmon gymnastics begin
each year.
Squirrels practice dance routines a
glamorous red.
The doormice dressed and ready
for bed.

Continuing coverage on Ch4.

The perch, the tench sat together on an underwater bench.
Discussing bait and hooks whilst flicking through some fishing books.
What's he eating? Mr Mole,
it looks like cheese and ham
on a soft brown roll.
There's a chicken and a fox that
live round here.
Seriously, they've been dating each other for about a year.
Now, if you take the next left,
then over the stye.
There's a duck lives there,
call in and say, hi!

Poetry by Kaydee.
Poetry by Kaydee present what is believed to be a creative first.
One story, one habitat, one poem giving you the viewer, two different narratives.
Now here's another twist because instead of you, the reader, reading a poem in the traditional way. We handed our work straight to two television broadcasters and they have each made a program exactly as they wanted with no constraints.
Showcasing two well known broadcasters with polar opposite styles.
Poetry by Kaydee presents to you 'The Meadow'. We take up the story with BBC2 before switching over to CH4.
Will you notice a change of style as we go from the 'high brow' production of the BBC to a more laid back, social media type of production from Channel 4.
 Aug 2019
FreeMind
You are laying down in a field filled with daffodils
The birds are singing happy tunes
The sun is shining just for you
You are looking up into the sky thats filled with cotton clouds
The long growing grass is keeping you warm
The butterflies are dancing just for you
You feel safe
You feel at home

My darling, My love, My little daffodil
Let me wrap you in my arms to replicate that feeling
Let me kiss you slowly to send shivers of joy down your spine
I need you and I want you
To feel safe with me
To be at home
Our home



-FreeMind
October 10, 2018
For a long time now I would write about my trauma caused by an ex boyfriend. I am over with that now.
I found a muse.
#60
 Dec 2018
Eris
I'm stuck on an island
Far from home
Drifting away day by day

Surrounded with golden sand
Fair as pixie dust,
that falls from my hand

Left to starve from hunger and thirst
Fed up with fruits and coconuts
Palm trees shade me from the storm above
While I'm stuck on an island by my own action
 Dec 2018
Eris
Youths love the club
Or even the pub
The lighten up dance floor
Swaying to the music they adore
As beat shivers your core
Surrounded by neon decor

Sipping liquor at the bar
*****, tequila a quick little kicker
Open up tinder
Dance like a stripper
Flirting with a stranger
Only in whispers
Act all immature
****** and lure for a wee little tour

Sitting in the booths
To avoid the crowd of swaying fools
Sitting on bar stools
While getting hit on by creepy dudes
Standing in the corner
Trying to get in the mood

What's not to love about the club
 Nov 2018
Eris
Crystal chandeliers
Hang high above
Strung to a canvas roof
With gold and bronze
Held by pillars of strong character
Quests gather from the corridor
Each withhold high status

Filled with honour and grace
Dressed in sleek gowns and masque
Unmasked identities
Partake in conversation
And consumption of alcoholic drinks
Dance in pairs and sway to the tune
A night never so musical
A grand ball of mystery awaits
 Nov 2018
Eris
An open field
Shielded with an abundance of green grass
Rich and vibrant

Filled with yellow daisies
Golden sunflowers
Orange tiger lilies
Luscious lavender

Mothers and their young
Grace among the rest
As the birds and bees fest

Trees stand proud and true
As the daffodils bloom
The sky is consumed
By the stars further than we persume
 Nov 2018
Eris
Through the white snow
I see a window
Spilt into four
Each showing reflection
Never showing rejection
In any detail
In every section
Within the frame
Of black ebony
You see the envy
In the deadly enemy
Reflective off
The frostbitten ice
From the blizzard snow
As blood red lips blow
Kisses in the snow

— The End —