Someone once said to me,Home is where the heart is,It seemed sappy, not quite true.My cynicism bristled against the sentiment,Aching to eat it whole,Dine upon its bones.Nowhere was home,Wanderlust kept me moving.Unanchored, unmoored and forever flowing,Wherever I wanted to roam.Was my very temporary home.Until that day I met youThen I wanted to settle down,Feel I…
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School Reunion
I used to miss my old friends,The sardonic humour soaked with beer,Speckled with sarcasm, insults loaded,Jovial, of course.Then we grow, older, apart, distant,Meeting every now and againReliving shared rose-tinted histories,Hazy and dusty with age.Retelling stories, engorged in distortions,All nodding and laughing,Hiding our joint indifference to one another.Piping up, hollering, even howlingAn unamusing pantomime performance,Comes to…
Latine ambitiosa title inserta (insert pretentious Latin title)
You can tell they’re a serious poet, There is Latin in the title. Not just the regular language Spoken by us commoners, But Latin, The language of Doctors, Lawyers and other learned folk. Perhaps they have been to Cambridge, Durham or Oxford, reading Classics, Classically reading, musing over dead languages. To make their place on…
The Taff
Down the valley, lush and greenThe jewel of water rippling byCascading, bubbling refracting gleamsUttering a softened Celtic sigh.By the towns from Mythyr downA swathe cut through the beds of rockThe Taff, a symbol of welsh renownThe river which has ran amok.Carrying silt and coal from minesA reflection of past in its bedGlittering mineral dust refinedWhich…
The Imp
It came to my house one fateful day,Whispering through the letter boxIn shapeless form it slipped insideThrough the keyhole to out fox. The imp, its body a clear gasMalcontent brewing deep withinStarted to shadow me from room to room,With mischief in its grin. “My key, my keys! They’ve disappeared”The imp pocketing them with glee,Watching me…
Oh You!!
“Oh you!”, you said, aimed at me,As if I’d done something wrong,Just because I juggled a cup of tea, And then I walked backwards up a treeThat’s where squirrels and me belong,“Oh you!”, you said, aimed at me. Throwing acorns, falling free,Down to the floor with certain aplombJust because I juggled a cup of tea….
Empty
Depression kicking me again,Bringing visions of personal hellsLamenting all my bad decisionsWhich is what it does excel. It’s not animalistic,It is not wholly sad, just grey,An amorphous blob sucking hope,Leaving self in disarray. Depression striking up its tune,Its melody a nasty tropeFilled with abject emptiness.Killing all my hope. It was never a “black Dog”,Just a…
Easy on the mind
This was written with a huge amount of help from a rather young Rob Strachan. It was altered after I had long chat with a Jehova’s Witness, even when I professed my atheist proclivities he talk for another hour. I think He was trying to get this across. God is goodGod is kindGod is easy…
Childhood Terrors
Fears of the children’s nightmaresEnveloping shadows appear to hideTearing to pieces all their cares.Surreal Bogeyman claw and thrive Enveloping shadows appear to hideDrawn deep in despairSurreal Bogeyman claw and thriveGrasping at the fetid air Drawn deep in despairThe banshee wails another groanGrasping at the fetid airFeeling dread as cold as stone A banshee wails another…
Fountain Pen
Dipped into the dark well,Drinking deep, gulping black.Sating its thirst in inky pools,Filling its belly.Readying itself to be drawn acrossBrass nib skating over vellumLeaving definition in defined tracks,Shapes, squiggles, surreptitiously soldered,Cartography catered and cauterized.Gouged the thick paper,Leaving its mark, then marking its leave.Put back to bed with a lid clicked.