Poem: 10.6.21 I bring to mind a strange delight,To dream, at once with you to soarOn golden beams of sunlit flight! For as we watch you, drifting, left to right,Sitting, laughing, as we see you boreFace-first unto a flower’s delights, You seem content, no cares in sight,Pollen, nectar, all-you-can-eat galore,Till away you amble on beams ofContinue reading “Address to the Bumblebee”
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To Brief Reprieve
Of Summer, Covid-19, Love and Loss (Poem: July 2021) Shall we sing tales of how the hours were spent,Alone with nought to keep us safe, but fears?For Summer’s wonder must we now repent,and curse the days we had to dry the tears? It seems we took the chance to throw the towel,A gauntlet versus viral’sContinue reading “To Brief Reprieve”
Brindled Fury
(Poem: 2.6.21) Shaking, she stalks the hallways:Brindled Fury.Jaundiced, bubblingNot even beneath the surfaceUn-stable and seething.Trying not to keep composureTrying not to keep explo… Sure;So sure of righteous entitlementSure that someone else bears the blame(Actually they do…)Sure to wear her best face forward,Sure to put her happy frown upside-down;Trying not to keep losing gripof the onlyContinue reading “Brindled Fury”
‘IT’S NOT COVID’ – Being Asthmatic in a Covid Winter
Living in a Covid-19 world sucks. I don’t think this is something that we need to argue about. More and more of my friends and colleagues have been struck down, as have students I’ve been working with. Globally cases are soaring and everything seems to be a little bit crappy. (Note the use of casualContinue reading “‘IT’S NOT COVID’ – Being Asthmatic in a Covid Winter”
The Burning
(Poem: Spring 2008 (Rev. 21.5.20)) Originally written as a song when I was much (much…!) younger, this piece still resonates with me today. Explicit links to the holocaust and other genocides are fairly obvious throughout, with a similarly strong anti-war sentiment. Beneath that, though, is similarly an attempt to grasp at a feeling that modernContinue reading “The Burning”
Wastwater in the Lakes
Dedicated to my wife Helen Houghton-Foster (Poem: June 2021) The golden sheen embossed the Summer sky,while swimming through the crystal waters fresh,and time itself goes ever trundling by,dancing, rhythmic thro’ transcendental flesh. Could love and peace, so tranquil, be as days,of perfect, playful, light and symmetry?Is testament enshrined in glist’ning raysto bounce anon flights ofContinue reading “Wastwater in the Lakes”
Summer’s Song
In memoriam of early Summer walks – (Poem: June 2021) A sweeter Sunday never could be found,Than in the place where sun-light meets the sea,And waters flow and grasses grow unbound,Midst gentle waves that wash our troubles free. Whence, though it blazed with basking brilliant light,We strolled among the flowers, wild, in bloom,The blossom glancesContinue reading “Summer’s Song”
Starting Anew
(Poem: 26.4.21) Shapeless rumbling low and keen,A hum of white noiseAgainst the blue backgroundOf a careless enlightenment. Staring round at daisies,Dandelions.Budding awareness on the brink of new beginnings,A lasting light that breaks theBarriers,Of mind,BodyNature. Old as time, routineas the lights that stop and start the flow,Unseen programming that belies…What?Faith?Truth? Perhaps the knowledge of a betterContinue reading “Starting Anew”
I Will Never Spend Midsommar in Sweden!
As some might have guessed from my previous posts, I quite regularly find myself on horror binges. More than that, though, I sometimes actively search for unique and interesting horror – I don’t care whether it is violent, scary, psychological, English-language or anything, I am just always on the hunt. One of the most interestingContinue reading “I Will Never Spend Midsommar in Sweden!”
Clockwork Balloons
An Ode to a 24hr Blood Pressure Monitor (Poem 24.5.21) Regular as a clockwork balloon,The huff-puffing signifier of health,Fitted by surprise, on a Monday afternoon,Beeps away with no pretention of stealth,All to prove a point we already know. Not like there was any choice in the matter…Irregularities in my own ticking cocoon,Belie an unseen handContinue reading “Clockwork Balloons”
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