Wednesday 27 June 2018

Narcissus

It is an image scattered
By the flips and folds of ripples
Cascading from the splash
Of when the pebble of choice
Slammed against the unruffled
Surface of the lake of memories,
Upon which you had imprinted
Your face firmly, tunneling through
My vulnerable eyes and planting it
Within the impenetrable vaults
Of the crumbling ruins of my soul.
That image refracted light
To every corner, seeking parallels,
Dusting away with reassurances
Every little shadow and, like Atlas,
Keeping my world from destruction.
Yet somehow you realised my soul
Was not the paradise you sought
And, just like that, let it all fall
As you ran back out of my life
And vanished leaving nothing behind
But your face in the water.
I tried for a long time to hold on
To the last hints of your reflections
Which banished shadows in my mind.
Yet it wasn't you and I knew
That ruins ought not to exist too long.
So I picked up a pebble
And let it spash with a force
At the remnants of your memory,
Letting the ruins fall
And as the water settled
And another face took form
I gazed at the new face, an old one,
One I'd dismissed as unimportant,
One I pushed aside to make room
For the faces of others,
And once more, like I had so long ago,
Designed and constructed a paradise
From the flickering candlelight
That burnt by the wick of ideas
Channeled from the light that was formed
Upon the surface of the now still water--
An image of my own soul.

- 27/06/18

Thursday 26 April 2018

Pixie

Have you seen her?
My little pixie,
Yay high
Sprightly feet
Feisty twirl
A big pounding heart
Near transparent skin
Ruffling spitefully
Like the open pages
Of a deadly book.
Have you seen her?
My sweet pixie
With a mouth that blabbers
And eyes that wonder
And ears too keen
For the sound of your voice
Long fingers that cast spells
Packed away amongst brain cells
Much too magnificent
For the ordinary human mind.
Have you seen her?
My dear pixie
Larger than life
Quick on the tongue
A hysteric giggle of champions
Magical, powerful
And much much more
Than your beliefs can fathom.
Have you seen her?
My impossible pixie
The spark in my soul
The wild current in my mind
The echo of a carefree world
Now stomped upon through love
Aching away
In a seething ball of flames.
Have you seen her?
The pixie I lost?
She eluded my grasp
As I held too hard
Spoke too soon
Tried to sing the song of another
And now she's gone.
If you find her
Please call her gently
Hold her lovingly
Laugh with her dreamily
And don't let go.
If you see
My little pixie
Please let her know
That I love her.

Don't look away

Watch
Keep your eyes wide open
And watch carefully
Every inch
Every cobwebbed corner
Notice every little crack
In every crevice of each tile.
Watch,
Don't dare to blink!
Don't blink or you'll miss it.
You'll miss the reality.
The reality that escapes
Through the cracks of time.
Watch
Out for what's not there.
Watch out for something abnormal,
Out of the corner of your eye
That edge you always ignore.
Watch
Don't look away
As the world blurs around you
Look between those hazy lines
And maybe
If you look close enough
You'll spot something
That couldn't possibly be.
Watch
And for once
You may be the first
To see the secret
Everyone's only ever heard of
And never witnessed.
Watch
And you'll find
Something strange,
Something new,
Something willing with all its might
To finally come true.

What did not occur

Fifty four boxes
And a jar of ice
Sit in a silent line
Waiting for a brush of fingers
An eager rip of tape
Baiting with curious glances
An unheard tune
A thought unravelled
In a dishevelled heap
Of wrapping paper.
Fifty four boxes
And a jar of ice
Explode into the night
With oohs and aahs
As the lighthouse casts a spot
Among the shadows of the unknown
An unbelievable excitement
An unexpressed disappointment
Always a sense of gratitude
Or a childish fit.
Fifty four boxes
Fading away with time
In a black and white memory
A crackling picture
Melting away with the jar of ice
Puddles on the floor
Flooding the land
Rushing like a river
Away to the ocean
Lost, lost and utterly lost
In the deep sea
Nothing washes ashore.
Fifty four boxes
And a jar of ice
Never existed before.

Tuesday 3 April 2018

Reality

My reality
Is fluttering
All around me
In bits
And pieces
Of the present
In moods
In moments
In faces
And thoughts
In places
On things
Spiralling about
Through the past
Those numbed regrets
And memories
With people
Both near
And dear
And strangers
And fears
Swimming past nostalgia
Like butterflies or fireflies
Chewing up childish laughters
Taking a dive
To the future
Of dreams
And hopes
And more fears
Covered in acceptance of inevitability
Racing through the uncertain tides
With determined strides
Wishing for an escape
My reality
Is a chaotic array
Of impossibilities

Keep spinning

And the world spun round in a dizzying haze
Spinning on and on on an axis tipped like a ballerina on drugs
Smoked like the broken humans outside that booming pub
In the midst of nowhere
The world spun round and round the burning sun
Seeping in the warmth, freezing when it was not
Around to sweat in the passion of hydrogen atoms mashing in a collosal explosion
And the world kept spinning with its sisters and brothers
Round and round and around the star that it knew would only grow
More powerful and older by the day till it was impossible for all within its radius to survive
It was only a matter of time before the Earth would shrivel up and die
Before the collosal star exploded into a gaseous state
Enveloping the phoenix of a new solar system
That would never even have a hint of the existence
Of this planet which keeps spinning tirelessly round and round and round.

Wednesday 31 January 2018

Of moons that melt and cakes that crumble

A layer of raspberry sauce
Slid across the icy white frosting.
Tonight was a special night,
A rare instance in the crust of time
And the baker's hands deftly crafted
An artful, mouth-watering delicacy,
Larger than the usual dessert,
A second celebration with a dash
Of blueberry burst in every slice.
And the icy white cake crumbled
Through the night till the diamond
Was presented, eyes watching,
Loving sighs echoing, wishing for magic,
Wishing for life among the beautiful blackness
Scattered among the velvety glitter
Of stars that speckled his suit.
We watched the ring melt
Into a grin on the face
Of a blushing bride as she danced
The full circle of a waltz
Dressed all in freckled white
They both cherished the night
With the moon so close,
Twice as round
Cloaked in a shadowy embrace
Of the world which held it's breath
And jotted down a note for history
Capturing a picture for memory
Already missing the taste
Of a cake long gone.