What would you doif violence were forced upon you?bloodstained sandssteel wolves ravaging lambscompel you to flee this land An aegean expansethe danger it yieldsleaves you breathlesswhitecaps meet a forlorn handtwo lights vanish in a stillborn sea
Artemis’ arrowof the golden shaftlightning thatbroke the skycleaved off Orion’sshoulder asBetelgeuse turnedsupernova His club tumbledfrom heaveninto the Atlantictearing our worldapart All that remainedwas a velveteen skyin mourningand silence
Nipped SomniloquyAn unheard conversationSleep rests in my eye Crumbs caught on the dream-catcherEarly morning prophecies
Grief is a trickster, an emotional succubus in the guise of an elegant belle encouraging you to stay with her for a moment, to feed her your hurt. Catharsis for the soul transforms into codependency. She is the head of Algol, unable to survive without you, and so you continue to wane, living in her… Continue reading The Trickster and the Fool
Music saves It elicits auditory awe in me A beautiful melody Can harmonize with my heart And syncopate my soul The beat washes over me I’m baptised in sound Dancing on the precipice of bliss Drown me in a sempiternal solo Let me live forever With this feeling Of frisson
A nation in flux Failed by its protector Freedom fighters Facilitated by the free world There’s always a price Waifs and Strays Walk the streets Visiting friends In pieces They drop bombs We drop like flies Swatted from your mind A noxious atmosphere We can’t cry
Part of the #HaikuChallenge the word was’ big’.
The Longest Journey
A short-from free verse poem.
Today marks six months since my mother passed away from cancer. A thick fog is only now lifting. Both my physical and mental health have suffered. But I’ve found solace in writing and this has been a cathartic exercise. Today is the culmination of a journey years in the making and one where I’ve yet… Continue reading Bereavement: six months or one hundred and eighty-two days later