We drift on a seascape full of fallen stars Their barren light, our isolation. We flirt with chance, you and I, A great and worthy performance, And lies, like the dark eternal depths, Carry us, clutching at the loose sand In a belief we are more than our false smiles. Gravity threatens and pulls us … Continue reading Oceans of Lies
A small dust devil dances Kicked by the breeze, Under searing heat, The landscape’s on fire, Powered orange, bittersweet, Mirage against dry grass Where the wild horses play. He rests on his porch Watching the distance, Searching, Tired eyes Burden by regret, Spun by time. There’s blood on his hands, A labour’s hands, From faces … Continue reading Wild Horses
Storm clouds bruise the sky. The day is fading Winter’s ghost draws near Gathering the light. The old clock tower, Illuminated against the broken night Shivers and chimes, The hour echoing into the past before it's heard As a downpour settles on the city, More ice than rain, It pools in uneven slabs, As women, … Continue reading Gathering The Light
She watched the day turn, A soft sky, a promise of summer, The evening stealing away idle hours. Her laugh echoed, It pained the emptiness And those who watched With whispered words. She was never patient, Bold in her grasp of life In times when it would shadow her But what is love if not … Continue reading Hope
A heart made of wood Love eternal In the life of trees Time has taken their names But the heart remains Sealed forever Copyright ©RMC August 2019 https://youtu.be/05ZgyoZvhgI Things made of wood
The Gamble Luck whistled on by No one would save her this time The sea played its hand. Copyright ©RMC August 2019
Truth A play on a worldwide stage No longer a gamble, A chance, It’s a fabrication, Diluted, Written cheaply And spoken in silk Truth or Lies? The line is distorted, Malleable, A casual risk, Authenticated by strangers That gets easier in its retelling, Foolish lips that hunger for Truths in believable lies And the cost? … Continue reading Truth or Chance
The glass is dark. I cannot see the sun Although it touches, Mournful in its blessing, Wordless in its light. I cannot hear the birds, Dutiful in their chorus On embers of the day, It is lost. The glass is dark. Empty child that I am, Shadow in sunlight, Weighted on the breeze, No charity … Continue reading The Glass Is Dark
She sits on a bench outside Greggs, Eating a cheap sausage roll, Looking for ghosts on faces who pass As one of the invisible few. Her morning’s been spent window shopping at Marks Wishing the spring sale to start, Her trolley is full and beginning to tilt From visiting all the pound shops. She tries … Continue reading Those Who Are Left
A poppy grows in hell Beside the bones of youth, lost A single splash of hope Against the chaos and unrest. The bent backs of trees, Wooden cenotaphs of untold stories, Await on silent prayers This winter of men to be done. In the silence of horizons far away, Broken dreams of home that can’t … Continue reading Poppy
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