A twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. Its aim is to “prompt” a flow. A thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but comments should not be expected. Twiglets are posted on Tuesdays.
The memory of iron
from the ice age,
ore and feldspar
pushed south by glaciers,
now turning homeward.
Then it must be rust,
not instinct, in the ruddy
meat of salmon –
drawing them back upstream,
their silver needle bodies
vibrating, flashing,
shards of the pole star
returning to the night.
The Twiglets 
[…] Twiglet 116 like cold iron […]
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Solo renga story verse: <a href=" just rewards?
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You are so quick!
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My mornings are my own to own 🙂
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Cool.
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From the winter that never ends…
https://wojisme.wordpress.com/2019/03/05/the-twiglet-116-like-cold-iron/
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I think you need a big mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows.
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Great alliteration, and nice tension in the ending where you choose between two painful options!
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Evening O Sufferers of Winter.
http://purplepeninportland.com/2019/03/06/cold-iron/
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A wonderful collection to read, as always. Thanks.
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Thanks, Misk!
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I like the idea of “iron tag”. Leaves us wondering.
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You have to tag with gloves on, or you freeze!
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[…] to Misky’s twiglet #116- cold iron bars and MLMM Photo Challenge #253 for the inspiration behind this piece which I am submitting as my […]
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This one really got me. Thanks, Misky for the wonderful inspiration.
https://violetslentz.home.blog/2019/03/06/barbed-wire-words/
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Enjoyed your haibun. Nicely done.
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Excellent Haiku. The barbed wire of words vs. the iron of cages.
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Is it towards cold
that points a compass north?
The memory of iron
from the ice age,
ore and feldspar
pushed south by glaciers,
now turning homeward.
Then it must be rust,
not instinct, in the ruddy
meat of salmon –
drawing them back upstream,
their silver needle bodies
vibrating, flashing,
shards of the pole star
returning to the night.
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A bit of science and history. I really enjoyed your take.
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Speculative physics. Lol!
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Just excellent. Well done.
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Thank you!!
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