Perhaps the light we see is not light at all. Perhaps the glowing remnants of the city we see, Floating on the river like forlorn souls, Are false images bestowed upon us by the gods, Rippling dreams that escape our humanity To flood the oceans and breed the disenchanted wind, For we are not brave … Continue reading Evolution
poetry
Music of the Spheres
The lights first appeared on the summer solstice, hovering above the quiet moor. People clamoured to explain their existence: Scientists; witches; religious fanatics; others spoke of visitors from beyond the stars. Some issued them names, occultist monikers born in other tongues and dimensions. They shed their clothes and danced to hail the return of their … Continue reading Music of the Spheres
The Crystal Palace (Snow Kingdom part 2)
The Crystal Palace Palace of the wilderness, such marvel to behold, enraptured by the elegance of this beacon in the cold; Children of the midnight sun to whom hope forever clings, abandoned here in fractal time on flightless, palsied wings. Amidst this frosty wilderness we came upon a palace of ruined spires and sunken domes … Continue reading The Crystal Palace (Snow Kingdom part 2)
Christmas Eve – a haiku
Rest now sleepy head for dreams are fast and fleeting wrapped in tinsel gold
The Snow Kingdom (part 1)
The Snow Kingdom Peaks of ice-capped mountains in the distance slowly climb, long ago the winter came, gripped this land for all of time. Frozen wastelands bordered by an endless sea of ice, Serene, bewitching, guileless climes beneath cold-blooded skies. 'We wandered through this alien landscape, unaware of how we came to be here. It's cold, … Continue reading The Snow Kingdom (part 1)
Father Time
I ask for no intrusion, give no welcome here. The hour is late, Or mayhaps not. Time plays on in timbres unfathomed - that orchestra of woe, winding wood and brass face; a metronomic bomb swaying back and forth; tick-tock – from dawn of time, back and forth, through rhyme and minuet, forth and back … Continue reading Father Time
Abandonment
Nothing moves, save the mould and microscopic tentacles of decay We sit and wait - Watch the fabric of existence tear itself apart All will crumble eventually, the walls, the roof - the sky fall in on us Empty space, hard wood, time splintering between the cracks of abandonment No truth is real, no lie … Continue reading Abandonment
Autumn Song
When leaves of autumn gold fall down, nights draw in, and cold surrounds, there is a fire within my heart that burns away when we're apart. And when the wind blows from the north - it's icy breath so old and coarse - through tendril sleep and night so long, it's in your arms that … Continue reading Autumn Song
Into the Blue
Dear Oscar, I wanted to make a post that will remind you of your first steps into the vast, blue yonder, And for you to know how small we both were against the mighty ocean. One day you’ll sail on imaginary winds, Fight pirates with wooden sword unsheathed, hopping one-legged with your friends. You’ll … Continue reading Into the Blue
Chameleon
Chameleon I change into the surroundings, melt into the night - can you feel my poison breath upon your neck, so slight? I am always watching you, never knowing where I hide; invisible – betrayed - by your design, my blood runs cold inside. I may reside among you, you may be blessed to know, … Continue reading Chameleon
Blurred Worlds 