Sep10

The CricketFat finger of green, Sticky leg sparking leg In sweet screech,From conversation to conservation,Along the green Silver Beech Just beyond reach,To spring from Leaf to shadowy relief. Hilda Doolittle, American poet and writer, was born today in 1886. Eoin Morgan, Irish cricketer, captain of England’s world cup winning one day team, was born on…

Sep09

The field was deserted, like a wasteland:Wasted opportunities;Wasted lives;Wasted people;Wasted victories.How much longer before victory?Opening hands;Opening hearts;Opening eyes;Opening coffers.The fallen are flogged with peace lilies:Flogged by anger;Flogged by hate;Flogged by duty;Flogged by power.They kneel before the God of War:Laughing in contempt;Laughing in pity;Laughing in victory;Laughing in defeat. Leo Tolstoy, Russian writer, was born on this…

Sep08

Mornings always feel brighter After the release.Tension has a way of squeezing Your life away.You can feel it circling the drain On its way to sewer.Hold the rhythm and carry the pulse With heart rate racing.The morning is now brighter And the beat is sweet. Martin Freeman, English actor and comedian, was born today in…

Sep07

Knuckle cracking precedes the decision,To cook the fine plot, thickening as they spoke.They threw all the fine details into the pot,Stirring over a roaring fire for hours:First, some intrigue, to spice up the broth;Now, some bones, to give it good structure;Add some good anger, to heat up the sauce;Add plenty of rebellion, to temper the…

Sep06

As we walk through the forest glade I noticed the massive fallen tree, Mossy and vine covered, almost from Jungle Book. The tension in the air Made me think of movies. An enormous amount of sweat Flowed over my crusty brow Giving me an excuse to back out, But you insisted we press on. Eventually…

Sep05

As quick as silver; As sleek as fox; As grey as melancholy; As green as the rookie; As soft as granite; As deep as a puddle; As long as yearning; As neat as transition; As pretty as a drama; As nifty as the tree stump; As hungry as desire. Freddie Mercury, British vocalist for rock…

Sep04

Beyond the mill the cascade slowed in pace And pooled in slow ponderance, teeming with Dace. The river wide and deep banked by rushes, Painted by waving fronds of weed brushes. Within the channels floating rafts of scrub Fallen from trees sheltered shoals of fat Chub, And darting Pike and Perch tore up the groups…

Sep03

I had a conversation with myself About whether to call him King or Villain. I had to think, and I couldn’t agree, So I checked myself in the mirror. Yes! There is was. A bead of sweat, Rolling like a mountain. I knew (I secretly always knew) I was lying to myself. Happiness is a…

Sep02

Fly, you fools!My spirit has darkened slightlyAs I feel its whip around my legs.I, who have stared into the eyes of death before,Accepted that darkening as companions perish,Acknowledge these feelings As part of the cycle of our existence.There is a flame that burns deep within the gemFixed into the ring, Narya, sittingStill upon my finger.But…

Sep01

A night light was on. It burned a hole in the dark And I wanted to climb in. It pulsed like a beat That hypnotised me. I swayed in time and tempo. It figures that I would get caught By a trap, such as this: A fly in a web of rays. Too foolish to…