Burning Books An idea is creeping This concept is bleeding freedom dry Bleaching our souls to dust Carving loveliness into nothing A vision is stealing rational thought Turning the good to turgid insipidness Leadership whips to spoil Leaving people and lands boldly strewn A nightmare is building out of the hate Filling the belly of […]
I Am An Ammonite is a poem written by Marcus Moore as part of the Cotswold Water Park Trust. I feel very lucky that a few years ago they all said yes to me illustrating it and placing it in the Science-Art Exhibition at Centre Arts in Cheltenham. The poem is on canvas and I […]
Brains severed down the middle Bloodied silver gleam Echos of the self Served in grey matter pulp Memories disgorged To the air Swirling currents Entering the mind Thoughts erasing Infection ingrating Scrambling That which is not cut Grey-pink ribbons A smell of iron jelly Complete with spoon
A humming bird is the girl Flitting from group to group Stopping to drink but never her fill A satallite is the girl Orbiting around them all Around and around but never to land A firework is the girl Waiting benign to explode Contained potential but never lit A dragon is the girl Ferrocious in […]
My dreams that where Have all but shattered Time alone would make them scatter Within my mind you may find Nothing but reflections mask Deep within some repetitive task Over and over Learning the emotion pain Express it or go insane