Woodwork

Winter Wednesday. Wet washing. White walls.
Wanderlust…

What will we write, whispering wood?
Wham! Warp-speed. Whistling windows witness weird,
whizzing worlds. We welcome weightlessness.

Wait? Who wails?
Windborne wag. Winched with waxen wings.

Warning, wayward whippersnapper!
Weather-worn weakness…

Whirling. Wide-eyed. Windjammer. Whimper.
Wishy-washy waves. Whitecapped wilderness.

Watery wipeout. Wrecked.
Wasted.
Why? Whose whim, weasel wolves?

We weep, wallow.

Wander west.

Where whooping witches waltz with wounded warriors.
Weary workmen worship wily wenches,
warbling wisdom.
Wayward warlocks win wars where windswept
wyverns wheel.

We’d work. We’d write.
When? Whenever. Wood wouldn’t wither; won’t waste.

We’ll witness wonders.
Weave winning words.

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Writer: @SuzieCunliffe
Designer: liamtreanor.co.uk
Illustrator: Assa Ariyoshi