By: Alex The girl had been reading Gaiman. She closed the book and reached for the wine. A funny thing about women, and to a lesser extent men, is the way the wine they choose is often misrepresented as a metaphor for their personality. This is of course wrong; and the girl was no…
Category: Alex
Leaves
By: Alex You drop, faded parchment, the tale of the year retold in your script Dry rustle, nutrient rich, next year’s growth relying on your Fall. Eternal story, cycles onward, green becomes brown, yellow, red. Colours abound, nature’s spectrum, your descendants await the Spring; Tightly packed, awaiting warmth, hard now but buds wait to softly unfurl….
Solosancho Dawn
By: Alex Dawn breaks across jagged night Teeth bared, sun arising, Cool moments before sledgehammer Heat, squinting eyes. Sweat drips through cotton Drones the fly as sleep is Near impossible. Time to roam Across the blasted hillside, Avoid Snakes and spiders, boars and wolves. Rehydrate with dehydrating drink, Ready for a night of fiesta,…
Truth and Equilibrium
By: Alex There is a truth to the dawn There is a truth to the rain There is truth in the cold, and the heat There is a truth in these, for they are truth. There is a truth to the birdsong There is a truth to the scent of loam There are truths…
Winter Storm
By: Alex The moment of dawn, stars fallen Darkest light, shivers the soul, Before the cockerel, comes silence. I await, winter storm, I await, frozen, torn. And so time is raging, Draining through my wound Pouring along with tears My mask is askance; My mask but happenstance. Begins the end, downward I try to…
The Hatch
By: Alex When we are young the world sees us differently. We are viewed through kinder eyes, words spoken softly, gentle to our tender ears. Colours seems more lucid, more vivid and perhaps a shade too real. Objects carry stories, meaning present only to the young; names are attached, the world is ensouled. And…
Gypsy Curse
By: Alex As a child, or so goes the tale, I was held by a Gypsy. She was one of the old breed, those disappeared into story and memory. A twist of heather and some clothes pegs to be sold; paltry fare but essential. Essential also to avoid the curse, a few pennies once…
I remember when I was once still a child
By: Alex I would build a castle of safety every night; tucking the duvet tightly around me to prevent chill or worse. Tighter than a mummified corpse I’d lay, above me an array of teddy bears, stuffed behind the headboard, bent double were the two largest – Goldie and Brownie. They would genuflect a…
And One Day
By: Alex And one day I will be old. Grey, tattered; but full of memory. My hair threadbare, Soul deep and rich; As I see in your eyes. I wish to carry This age, this Experience, with your same dignity. And when I am worn thin, I will leave my mark, My influence, my…
Distorted Meaning
By: Alex Placid are waters Which conceal turbulence, Churning under film Of obedience. Deeper, far deeper Runs the channel. Hidden from view And kith and ken. Carries the flow; Peace is striated Torn by persistence Of memory and thought. Rattles the trap, Shakes the cage, Banded glory, Shattered age. Poet’s truth tells Eggshell blues; Distorted meaning Inveigled news….