Mirror of Galadriel
Mirror, mirror, of Galadriel,
Open your secrets up to me.
Show me scenes from other places,
Clear a thousand mysteries.
Smooth obscuring ripples from your face
And let time stand still.
I stoop and look into the waters
And though I see no face,
I see a hundred thousand things,
From other times and other places.
And as I stand and gaze enchanted…
…Ten thousand years pass,
Before my very eyes…
Other landscapes float before me,
Out of place, out of time.
Strange visions rush out towards me,
Threaten to engulf my mind.
A lady’s voice; The spell is broken...
And in the water a face appears.
Lady Galadriel stares out at me,
Through the ripples of my falling tears.
This poem is a homage to Lady Galadriel in Tolkien’s ‘Lord of the Rings’. I should also say that it was written long before the film came out and was therefore inspired by the book.
Beetle Joy
Raindrop, raindrop,
Oh beetle joy, beetle joy.
Ensconced in a bed of springy moss,
The roof of your world a brittle leaf.
Clouds, like cloaks, whisked through your sky.
Leaf wind-frisked from overhead,
Scamper for cover, scamper for cover.
Run for joy, run for life,
Through the viscous tide
Of springs joyous rebirth.
Can you sense?
Can you feel?
Through your armoured isolation,
The measure of your life span,
Against the clock of the seasons?
Perhaps this is how a beetle might feel when it starts to rain!
Dingy, Acrid Smoke
Dingy, acrid smoke and
Out of focus people.
Conversation so one-sided,
Music just too loud to hear.
Scream your order over shoulders,
Shuffle through amorphous jungle,
Slopping priceless, warm and over-fizzy beer.
Accidentally nudge the blond in skin-tight jeans,
Catch her glance
And ride the thrill.
Sit and sip your liquid courage.
Get up and go in for the kill.
(C.1981)
I Love The City
I love the city,
Stretching out, as far as the eye can see.
It’s a way of life,
A way of living,
A way of loving,
A way of forgiving,
The world for being so Goddamn awful to me.
I get up every morning,
And step out of the backdoor into my car.
I drive the same old journey,
Every single work day of the year.
I love the city
And it’s a pity,
That five-hundred thousand people
Feel the same way as me.
Astronomer’s Muse
The minutes turn to hours,
The hours turn into nights.
Sitting, so still, almost at one
With the instrument.
Organic eye, untiring,
Fused with the universal collector
Of light.
2am; So cold,
So dark.
But I am not alone,
Never alone in the night.
My eternal friends are with me,
While I sleep,
While I wash,
While I eat,
And while I live.
And some day,
They will preside over my ashes,
And the ashes of my kind.
(C.1981)
In my youth, I was a keen amateur astronomer and many were the freezing winter nights that I sat outside, alone with my friends, the stars.
From Here to Infinity
Click…Click…Click.
Twenty five thousand years.
Click…Click…Click.
‘I remember a young girl crying.’
‘He’s alive.’
‘I remember her falling tears.’
‘Physical functions fading, he’s dying.’
‘But it seems too long ago…’
(C.1991)
The Lake
I loved the lake.
A thousand times I drifted
Around its dreamy edge,
A thousand different Sunday afternoons.
Like the clock of my life,
It’s seasons perfectly balanced mine.
And, like the swans that drifted by,
So, my thoughts were lazy,
Water-ripple-blunted, dreams.
The lake referred to is located in St Albans, England
Mortality Is Our Fate
Mortality is our fate.
So small against the stars.
The interminable cosmos
Stands, so vast,
Above our heads.
We can only lift our eyes
And wonder,
But,
Never really understand.
We live in a world of self-delusion,
With the fragile illusion
Of permanence all around us.
We busy ourselves in mundane tasks,
Trivia rules our lives.
For, few minds can wander
To the arctic shores of seas
That whisper songs of how? and why?
Now and then, a shudder
Rocks our protective shell.
A close friend dies,
And, for a moment,
We gaze, into the bottomless maw
Of eternity.
But, from within us,
Mechanisms move,
To heal the wounds, that would threaten
Our castle of dreams.
Other Fiction By This Author
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The Jester and Other Stories
(A Collection of Short Stories)
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Home Sweet Home
(A Novelette)
A young family falls in love with a beautiful house at the edge of a picturesque village.The house is being sold by an adorable elderly couple and the family could not be happier. But, even before the moving-in day arrives, the children discover that the house has a much darker side than they could ever have imagined.
Tread Softly In My Head
(A Novel)
A woman has gone missing and the police have a suspect. They call on the services of Dr Catherine Paradine, a young psychologist, to question him. She has the singular virtue of being a telepath with a native ability to read and project emotion. It seems, therefore, that obtaining the information the police require should be fairly simple. Presumably?
(Due for release, early 2017)
To Kate
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