Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing.
David AlmondTag: words
I sit in my tree
I sing like the birds
My beak is my pen
My songs are my poems.
We roamed between the angels and the eagles. Bats flickered against the starry sky. Moonlight poured down
David AlmondMum has made a little model of Dad - it looks nothing like him, of course, at least not when I compare it with his photographs, but somehow it seems to be more like him than the photographs do.
David AlmondLook at the earth and you think it's solid," he said. "But look deeper and you'll see it's riddled with tunnels. A warren. A labyrinth.
David AlmondI said, 'Do you know what shoulder blades are for?'
She giggled.
'Do you not even know that?' she said.
'Do you?'
'It's a proven fact, common knowledge. They're where your wings were, and where they'll grow again.
Tag: skellig
And what is wrong with playing with words? Words love to be played with, just like children or kittens do!
David AlmondTag: words writing creativity
We stand dead still and we listen to the night. The city drones. An owl hoots and a cat howls and a dog barks and a siren wails.
We let the stars shine into us.
Tag: beautiful
When you grow up", I said, "do you ever stop feeling little and weak?"
"No," she says. "There's always a little frail and tiny thing inside, no matter how grown-up you are.
We come to a lamp beside the pathway, and suddenly we stop walking, and we start to dance, and we glitter in the shafts of light, like stars, like flies, like flakes of dust.
David AlmondTag: beautiful
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