Poetry

I've had a few pieces published here-and-there, but I'm still hopeful that one day I'll be able to get the whole lot in print in one nice, shiny little book.

Here's one of my favourites.


"We Three Are One"

I dwell in the thickest of summer thorns
And when the wind roars and rages, and doth break
To and fro, from the ridges to the soaring things
Iam the force that withers the sedge from the lake.
When culture lived in Mansion Rooms
and well-stuffed aristocrats trod the boards,
Their slave-things called me 'Blight',
Unknowing I had lived before-
My years mapped out in epithets of doom

For when night falls, my will be done- in blood.
They do their parlour tricks to pass the time
'Til I can judge, and cast debauchery down
and give them mercy-sleep in mud and slime.
I leave them pure, I leave their bodies pale
I steal and sculpt their breath from Hill to Dale
And when their friends depart, and earthworms drool,
I add the gravestone etching 'One More Fool'.

Step once, but soft; these are hard times
These movements shape your final dance.
'The Knight, The Maiden- One Romance'
It's written- these dreams dull like wine.
For wisdom, wounded, finds a home
in the ignored, the Old and Broken;
Beat and spat on to the last,
and clinging to the crumpled token.