The fighting monsters dance As if life long partners Graceful, instep – aggression Lost in the fluidity Of movement Monsters together After all only a monster Can ever truly fight a monster Now they are locked In an eternal embrace.
If I am gone Iron butterflies will adorn my grave Do not mourn freedom to run Without pain Soaring through a world Of coloured warmth Existence’s tunes thrumming a cord To climb out of this life Through a gate of light Becoming iron Swimming in liquid sun The butterflies wings Beating out ordered chaos My […]
The images of the city where obscured Distorted, kind of hidden But the pieces where there The arches and cafes Gun turrets and cigerette smoke All the Romes that had ever been Over lain and synched A slight misalignment Gave delicious snapshots On occassions the warm twilight shifted Showing the city as it could be […]
There was a tower within the tower fractal within Models without Nested ideas Realities bloom Stars seen Astronomy folly Lonely on the hill Waiting Pregnant with itself Do you Paint, drawn, write Explore? There was a tower within a tower Modelled in the tower and so on and on Outside a sheep bleats And the […]
The Winter Depths (First published on Blue Monster) The cold freezes the air to solid form, coating the branches of the trees, starting from the smallest twig which become heavy under the white crystals. The night draws on and the day seems murky and insincere and then sometimes to have happened not at all. The […]
The Landscape is fetid Pastules rise from the ground Pulsing with sickly green I avoid them Skipping on stockinged feet Stripy and saggy Toe elongate A large witches hat Looms as a cathedral On the horizon before me Purple velvet The pile deep and luxuriant The tip a spire Reaching to a sky of pink […]
Golden wings Tipped with adamantian blades Swift or lingering It maybe death Brought upon these wings Sad eyes and splendour lips Seek you Betrayer Self lamentor Hunter of untruth Your blade will splatter Metallic wings That you called into existence Pulled from the ethos of ego All they want is to swim in the dark […]
The silhouette black, a contrast to the white Which luminesses, reaching almost blue… or purple… or green. Ripples of soft grey, shadows that a low swept sun awakes Even in sleep it has been an eternity And the wind bites with a thousand icy shards
This year has not been what I thought it would be – that is often the case but this year more so than normal and this time not just for me. Global events have shaken all our lives to a greater or lesser extent. This upheaval has cost many their lives and upended others, I […]
Inspired by a paining at the Wilson Gallery March 2017 The bridge was fragmented arches Three of them, crossing the river With grey stone feet Growing slimy from the water The spill and stuck around them Remnants of a tower still rose On one side, but not it’s twin Nothing but decay Little windows stared […]