Audience of One

  She plays to an audience of one, battered fingers repeating notes that remind her of the summer rain (la lluvia de verano), that fell in arpeggios on the courtyard where the jasmin bloomed.   Gone are the flowers (all the colour), yet their perfume lingers in the bedsheets where she surrendered to his overtures, the … Continue reading Audience of One

Enchantress

I see you enchantress but are you real, When knowing this love you make me feel, It seems as though from a dream you tease-- Am I the only one you please?   Do not lay beside me, I am not worthy of your thoughts, My humanity defiles you with the hunger that it courts, … Continue reading Enchantress

Albatross

There is no summer across the swollen sea, just the cold, distant sun-- an unfathomable loneliness between the sky and waves, a wind-blown expressway for travellers lonely, soaring, clipping currents on giant wings, no reason or rhyme for these mariners of ancient time, soaring with the grace and beauty of a million generations-- voyagers of the endless sea. (c) Darren Hawbrook *** Unfortunately, … Continue reading Albatross