We are all beautiful in the sun
The light obscures our deepest features
And blinds the observer’s eye so well
They think I might be a goodful man.
But who lives well in the rain that stains
And drains – dripping down a hoping heart?
She’s one whose care shines through the flooding
And the strength she has by the Arm draws love.
Thank you to all of you who read my work it is a joy to have a space to write and I never thought even one would be interested let alone three hundred! If there’s anything you really like in my work let me know and I’ll aim to keep it up! (Likewise with anything I should avoid)
On the notes of writing I have been working into a short story – Lucy’s Room. Have been adding to another – There Was A Wall. And I will soon have Fables, Depths, and Heights up available for free on Kindle!
Have a good Sunday all!
Short poem on loss is inspiration, discipline, slight disappointment in work, fun, and tiredness.
Press in the neck
And pulse in the stomach.
Wright in the and
And my strength of the child.
And eyes closing inward.
Tongue losing whip
And mind’s faltering wit.
Can it be poetry escapes me?
Kings Of The Earth
Here the kings of the Earth rise up
Out of their thrones, into the cup
Of judgement, justice, holy wrath;
Spared we a thought for life’s aftermath?
We are gods, but will die as men
And what will all of us do when
A prophet’s prophecies come true;
Souls weighed and, wanting, undo
The love in giving to that man
Sheltered under the streetlight’s hand
– Though blessed it surely is, we know
Twelve bars of gold weigh not what’s owed.
Deserving nothing we should cry,
Wondering everlasting why.
Be thankful we are well kept here
And have this moment to draw near.
Come, Shield and Charger
Set yourself to steel; a shield is needed
And we can have no spike against the hand,
No weakness to bring harm to the bearer,
Or Death will have a merry feast this war.
Your troop is doubting, and are they correct?
Come, Charger – leader of the family – ,
It is time to ride to battle, and prove
That, though with faltered step, you lead with love.
As some may have seen I shared a short story on this blog for the first time, and I plan for it not to be the last! It should be possible for me to have one competed each month, though I’m not sure which one will be done for next. It’s between Lucy’s Room, There Was a Wall, or Mrs Tam’s Daughter. From just the titles which would you like to read first?
Also NEWS on The Elephant and The Nun. I’ve settled on the titles of the first seven chapters and am setting about lining up the direction of these and subsequently the rest of the book. Currently considering posting chapter by chapter to work alongside readers so as to refine it, but I’ll keep you updated with that as it goes. Not a lot set in stone, but progress is made!
Not something I’ve personally had, thankfully, but some do have illnesses that cause them to have such a change of emotion that it throws them off-balance every time. Hoping it’s correct in its detail. What do you think of it?
The Hollow Chest: Beggar of Air
While other’s seem to rise and fall
Gently taking it in and out,
My own’s either painfully full
Or will be worryingly not.
Bristling and bursting energy
Is untamed and focus futile;
Spent in a step and I’m empty,
Barely able to make up smiles.