The Truth About Trolls (or Trolls are nice) To look at, I will admit, trolls are not the most attractive of creatures, they do tend to have rather large noses, an abundance of body hair (most noticeable on their hands and feet), beards (even the ladies) and tusks that protrude from their lower lip (a … Continue reading Sylvanwye extract
Let’s drink to old scars And lost laughter of kings, Let’s drink to our youth And the grey that it brings. And to life’s humour Let’s raise a full glass Its tyranny keeps Us face down on the grass. And let’s say a toast For the colours we’ve seen And those we keep close On … Continue reading Old Scars and Laughter
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What heart, my love What bitter chill That breaks the blade To wish you ill The words that cut Brutal and sharp In unkind speak To split a heart And take you pleasure With joyous laugh Cracked and broken To know thy craft What heart in shade What frozen core Night-time looming For evermore. Copyright … Continue reading Broken by Hand
The rain falls as it always falls on unfinished tales No one noticing the shadows that stretch away from the long light Where once the dragons danced on the tongues of men and legends were born, No one misses them Or the rubbish discarded and uncomplicated In a testament to modern living, Plastic lingering forevermore … Continue reading Listen
The moon defines us In our whispers, Forbidden. This boarded house, Papered in other people’s memories, Layered in time with graffiti, Is our haven against the outside, Against all that is so black and white And the rain that curses the broken window pane. Upstairs a tap still drips, Moments, heartbeats, seconds And we steal … Continue reading Shades
....being a pet. There's yawning to be doneFinding places to sleepReadingSleeping Yep, it's a hard knock life for us. For RDP Pet All image subject of copyright ©RMC Jan 2019
I am weary And winter stands at my door With a heavy strike of its cane Challenge each new dawn, Crushing the paper of my dreams And stealing into my memories. Should I succumb, unbolt the lock? Should I wither and wane, Bent double against its chill? For I wear its colours now, Show its … Continue reading Winter’s Bride
I caught the sweep of the morning As it gathered its light in the air I saw the traces of autumn In the shift of its graceful glare Copyright ©RMC October 2018 RDP
RDP Friday: WEEK Now Ruby had been sat in the same place about a week or so ago and had witnessed a very strange event indeed - stranger than finding a cat in the pages of: ‘I Ain’t So Tough – Gangster Cats of the 1920s & 30s’. For two weeks ago, on a rainy … Continue reading Sylvanwye (extract)
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