Turquoise Monster

Tonight the 22nd of October 2015 is the launch of Kissing The She Bear by the amazing poet Anna Saunders – Anna’s poems are dark and deep and whimsical and pull you into the other whilst wrapping the very real world and experiences around you. This time she has teamed up with the excellent Will Humphreys as the books photographer – Will’s images are always emotion stirring and thought driving, he is one of my favourite composers within this art form. I am very excited about the combination of these two artists and will also be getting the chance to perform some of my own mythos based poetry at the event in Cheltenham – it is free entry at Copa.

I actually created this picture in September but it is the style I have chosen for the Intober drawing challenge – I am actually creating a series of interconnected images that make up a visual poem.

I hit my head and recovery has been hard, I am struggling with drawing and writing. But I went to the local comic book meet up and found out about a drawing challenge Ink-tober where you draw each day.

I shall attempt it. Writing I do at the moment is speech so this will be my poetry.

Mum and Dad pondered
Synagog on Saturday
Chapel on Sunday
The Weekend scrubbed out from Friday on wards

Bits cut off of willies
And christening robes looking silly

Then there were the holidays
Easter and Passover

Hanukkah and Christmas

Not to mention the food restrictions
No milk with meat
And fish and fowl instead of steak to chow
No bacon to eat!

Aio vey
It’s enough to give anyone a headache
Bioyo

Arguments with the inlaws
Arguments at school

They did what they had to do
And I grew up an English agnostic
See Already?

The bee flits from flower to flower
Looking for that nectre power
Sometimes he gets some
Sometimes he don’t
But he always carries away the pollen
Like a dope
And rubs it upon the next bloom he sees
This is how the fruit gets in the fruit trees

Warm carpet
Benieth trees
Red viens, mottled green
Kicked in swerls
Joy in golds
Mushroom growth
Birds flock
Skies full of string clouds
Autum sun glitters
Water ruffled by wind
Children scour
Brown jewels
Mounted on strings

Lost abandoned
Panic’s thing
Terror begins
Bang bang
Jump started
Pain within
Tears sting
Warmth to cold cheeks
Repreave short
Freezing tracts

Waiting hope
Dread grows
Unfriendly surround
End this
Seek the sound
A voice calling
Looking lost
Please call
Home warm
Loved arms

Come please
Hemmed in
Darkness flows
Night seeks
One of their own
The monsters surge
Fear cripples
Peels layers
Pretence covers
Pain perturbs

The dream ran up my spine
Pierced my brain
Cut segments from my mind
And spun me to chaos
Took root in my heart
Entwining my soul
Strangling my courage
And suffocating me to oblivion
It engulfed my body
Shrouding my existance
Raking me up from memory
And suffused me to freedom

Don’t be afraid
Little ghost on parade
Mascara running
Riverletts
In the rain
No one sees you cry
And no one asks you why
Why you’re there
Singing away the grey
Hoping somehow
Tomorrow will be a brighter day

Little ghost on parade
transparent as you fade
Make-up smeared
Into ruts
In the rain
No one sees you cry
As inside you die
So pretty still
Singing away the grey
Wishing for a better way

hmmmm ahhh

And all those who made you pay
Little ghost on parade
Hair perfect when drowned
Tendrils around
Heart shaped face
You songs will sear their mind
As you sing away the grey
In surviving you make a better day

Don’t be afraid
Little ghost on parade
You will find away
Living you bring
Colour to the grey
I hope tomorrow
Will be your lucky day

Little ghost on parade
don’t be afraid
Hiding away your pain
I hear they’re hosting
Your dirge in the rain

I see a heart beat
And it twists in my mouth
With bites bitting the biter
Bloody matter drools
Into pinkish blips
Of nothing much
Vacant tears failing
No cascade of pain
Instead a rush of maybes
Tricking moments
Weaving webs
Memories catching
I can not free them
Clipping and clacking
Waisting the wish
Until skeletons of the Me
Is all that remains
Locked and lost with the loss of self
Seen within my myogenic pulse