Tag: IYKYK

• The Well Best Forgotten

  At the edge of townthere’s a well everyone swearsthey don’t visit.Too dark,too deep,too full of thingsthat were never meant to be pulledinto daylight. But every nightyou can hear the rope creak,the bucket scraping stone,the hush of neighboursleaning over the rimto see what’s floating there. They say the well shows truths.They say it reveals dangersbefore they…

  Tavendale

  20th Mar 2026

  Poetry

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