Blue Skies Go On Forever
Here’s just a little fancy for the day, because it’s perfectly apt for this morning’s blue-feathered sky. Blue skies and sunshine always make me happy.
On Fermentation
19 March, 2013 :: 12.53pmSometimes ideas, like love and wine, must ferment for a while.
The Horizon is Clear
The Horizon is Clear :: 14 October, 2012 :: 8:43:49 PMSometimes when I write poems, short or long, they come unbidden out of nowhere, almost as though they have already been written.
They appear fully formed, like those scenes in movies when people are writing a letter, or in their journal, and the handwritten words are superimposed over another image (usually the sky, or a montage of evocative imagery accompanied by grandiose film score), gradually appearing as though a ghostly hand is writing them. This poem was one of those.
I think I must have seen a golden sunset in a blue, blue sky that day. I can almost remember it.
It’s about love of course, a passionate love that will rise above anything, in spite of everything, in spite of the fact that it might die, that we, the lovers might die—and still it burns, and still we hope.
The horizon is clear
and halcyon blue
spring lightly
hand in hand
and fleet like deer, dear
we may race fast enough
to catch the glorious sun
and burn in its fire, and burn.
The Eye of Terrible
The Eye of Terrible, part 1 :: 09 / 10 / 12 :: 14:04:44Here is a cheerful little poem I wrote about sixteenth months ago. There is nothing like a bit of blood-curdling horror and torment to inspire a poetess! There is also a little pencil sketch that goes with it, but one lovely gloomy day I will turn it into a proper charcoal drawing and publish it for everyone’s edification. Won’t that be nice?
The Eye of Terrible, part 2 :: 09 / 10 / 12 :: 16:10:17
between the jaws of death
and the eye of terrible
she howls
tears of black sorrow
he opened the door
and discovered her face
hovering like a spectre
caught between
the horns of time
aghast with tears and ravaged
A Gift From Morpheus
A Dark Secret :: 14 // 01 // 2014You know those dreams you have when you nod off for just a few moments? They’re short, but pungent. Mine are often lurid, strange – I am suddenly plunged into another world. Without so much as first dipping a toe in the water, I am completely submerged. It’s like an exciting adventure, bringing new meaning to the term ‘armchair travel’.