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“Read All About It … “

 

 

The World:

It’s news …

Hello!

Standards slipping?

The Messenger’s Wife

Is throwing herself

At the Sun Again?

O.K.

The Heat is on,

No thought for the Times,

Those that may be

Changing gear again.

Sentinel says,

To the Echo,

That the Guardian’s

Out of touch,

Like the Star;

That we cannot depend

On the Mirror’s reflection;

‘tis too Independent

By far.

Where, oh where

Can I read the truth

Behind the truths

I read?

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The Sea Too?

My earliest on-line publishing was on a different site (www.webook.com)*

This is a lightly edited piece that first saw the light of the blogiverse there and was inspired initially be

a piece by “Juli Sabado”.

*my work is still there, in fact, but under a different pseudonym “Paul Rudge”

What are we looking at when

We are looking at the sea …

Hypnotised by the sea?

Do we look at a

Fluid mirror of our souls

Without realising this truth?

The depths, the shifts,

The emotions, the storms

And the turning tides? Continue reading →

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The Wrong Kind

Wharf-pool water –

Century’s stagnant mirror –

Surface made of shattered

Butcher’s knife blades and

Shards of guillotine in a

Brick-sided drawer:

Continue reading →

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Metamorphosis

comet

On a March-frost night when

A comet nobody has ever seen before

Will change the skies, alter science;

After the horizon wide

Heaven-sunset-bonfire ride:

A little to the left of the moon

And just above the hills

There’s a story nobody’s ever heard

In which a star turns into an urchin.

 

“Who are you?”

The caterpillar asked … and

Alice made another mistake –

Thinking she was being questioned –

When in fact the creature

Was talking to itselves

(All the ones it had already been,

The final one it was yet to be).

 

Because maybe what you are

Used to seeing in the mirror

Is not your true form.

There are un-numbered swarms

Of shock-to-the system forms

Behind the familiar mask …

If you but dared to ask the

Carroll-caterpillar question;

Dared to remind your self how wantonly,

Disrespectfully you took so very,

Very much for granted;

Dared to remember

All that you have lost.

 

13/3/2013

 

Photo source: en.wikipedia.org

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December is …

.. a sturdy-looking bridge,

Promising support and safe passage

To further sanctuary bank,

But trips you with secret ice traps,

Throws you down and

Chills your heart and soul …

 

… a magnificent horizon-wide bonfire:

Wholesome company, delightful magic and

Warm soup camaraderie –

All long gone by the time you get there:

Just the distant mocking stars

Looking down, sneering…

 

… a fierce-barbed fence, you knew

Had to be there, but which surprised you, anyway;

Bringing you up sharply,

Making you pause to think,

Forcing decision’s risky dice throws:

Go back?

Climb over?

Go round?

…

 

… a frameless window with high, wide views

That, while you watch,

Becomes a mirror:

Throws you back,

Unexpectedly, violently

Against yourself …

 

… a one way, northbound nose bleed ticket

For deck space on a dark-light

Iceberg clipper, heading for the

January border, so near, yet so far away.

Sleep well skipper;

Fare well fellow passengers,

We’re all in this together.

 

30/11/2012