Tuesday 4 February 2014

The Gloopy Desert Does Ravage The Deer Hart

This is a poem I wrote on inspiration in the Manchester Art Gallery. I sat askance, arms akimbo, pondering on a wet, syrupy, rainy afternoon...

 The body of a deer and the heart of
A dead lion clings to the wall like it
Does my imagination, immobile.

The twisted grimace summons up a mouse
Plucking a thorn from its predator's paw,
Devoured after its good deed is done.

Dirty paws on dusty desert,
Arise, arise and wake!
Do not let the Seer of your Land
Ravage your mighty soul.

As He who rose from Death's table
So canst thou raise thyself.
Do not permit man's weakening
Of such a noble beast.

I have seen you in your natural home,
I drank tea amongst your wives and children,
I proudly etched you in my memory.

I see the glare of my reflection
In your glass cage,
Reminding me that you were never there.
Never real.
Never more than imagination.


As this is the first post of the new year, the prize is even more splendiferous than ever before! The first correct entry will win a once in a life time trip around the world in 80 days, au stylings a of Phileas Fogg!

Whoever wins this prize must supply everything him/herself. I supply only the inspiration for the trip and nothing more ( courtesy of Jules Verne).

Wednesday 20 November 2013

Night of the Richard

Woken again from a listless sleep,
Drenched in sweat, partner snoring. Wide awake.
Night after night I wake and I groan and
I scream to myself to ignore the pain
But I can't.

Something resides deep inside but I don't know
How to go about cleaving it from my chest.
Nightmares: night scares, old women, Detox,
Dying dragons, strictures scraping at my soul.

The thoughts drift as I lift the bottle to my
Parched lips. Parched from the booze.
Richard, heal thyself. Sober no more.
Now the war me. Battle time.

Still no sleep.

This week's (and I use the term loosely) prize is an all expenses paid trip to the best place on Earth! 

Back By Popular Demand!

Well, back.
After popular demand.
To stop.

Hurrah!

More codswallop to follow, although hoping some of this may be an improvement on the trite trash I wrote as a trite trashy teen.

Onwards, and, hopefully, upwards!

The wonderful *cough* prizes that I used to give out will of course *cough* be given out for future correct guesses!