He walked with despair He screamed at the world But no one seemed to care In built in his mind Puffs of smoke like time Billowing through life He sat once or twice Catching his breath on the long march He told himself “As long as you can breathe You’ve got a chance” Godless mountainsContinue reading “The Peninsula Retreat”
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Consolers of the Past
In a flicker of moonlight Where the brave fear to tread Upon the west side of the moor Lives a place of powerful intent In mists and blizzards, it stood through them all And even when the metropolis came to call Industry and revolution marked the land around but left the place alone, solid andContinue reading “Consolers of the Past”
Alone in the City
Walking down a foreign street at dusk, the air is sweet and crisp. The ring of a thousand voices and car engines echo in the spring sky above. The aged buildings of bricks and mortar, made of stone and sweat tower above you. You are a mere ant in this abyss. You have a destinationContinue reading “Alone in the City”
A Cravat My Father Wore
A cravat my father wore De-cantered from his father’s core Amber liquid and tough smoke from pipes of oak Did splash upon my mind’s floor Signs of antiquity, but not of age Left upon life’s centre stage “Take life steady” He once said Words carved from his ancient head The day three of them cameContinue reading “A Cravat My Father Wore”
Copper in Kind
Soon to be nothing left of me A hopeless wanderer cast out to sea Foaming with pride – held tight to a swathe of wood and copper The rulers of the waves all those years ago Where tyrants turned with nowhere to row In fistfuls of fighting where men became all they had dreamed ofContinue reading “Copper in Kind”
Proud King
A proud king sits upon his throne Cast out to the horizon His closed eyes settle on the foam Thought and belief are out of sight His greatest victory, now his longest dream As he sinks below the surface of the world’s seams His legacy will become whatever the script writers say Sacred, terrible, vicious,Continue reading “Proud King”
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