Sprang

We thought we had arrived in Spring,

and yet, around the corner

a dragon sprang, hurled around our skulls,

blew ice to make skins rattle,

and fluff in pockets huddle close

and quiver……………….. then,

silver fingers crawl from the sky,

gallop over the bold torrents of green

with the shy yellow tips.

“Blast you with misery..

Drench you with a little hope.

Move those bones.”

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About The Mollusc Dimension

The Mollusc Dimension, AKA Angelus Squid Marr is an experimental, interdisciplinary artist working in music, image and sound, with a particular interest in themes of identity, lo-fi/craft/recycled materials, audience interaction, queerness, decolonisation, surrealism + education. This is a place for writing + research with links to other projects.
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