This week, Susie and Gyles drift off far far away to the land of sleep... 

So tune in and embark on a journey through the nocturnal landscape of words.

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Enjoy Susie’s Trio for the week: 

Nescience: An absence of knowledge; ignorance.

Phobophobia: The fear of being afraid.

Rasorial: Characteristically scratching the ground for food.

Gyles' poem this week was 'Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed (Sonnet 27)' by William Shakespeare

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,

The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;

But then begins a journey in my head,

To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired:

For then my thoughts, from far where I abide,

Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,

And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,

Looking on darkness which the blind do see:

Save that my soul’s imaginary sight

Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,

Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,

Makes black night beauteous and her old face new.

    Lo! Thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,

    For thee and for myself no quiet find.

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