In the gold of alchemist
8 August 2017
Shining lines
Covet lightened shrines
Come hither
We cloak selves
In the gold of alchemist
Leaving copper trail
Trade my faith
Thousand bolts under
Thunder’s call
Tall to wraith
The subdued versions recall
Memories of the fall
September
Will bring me ember
Of moon’s death
Slow sun’s breath
A tale to remake amber
Jaded tiger’s eyes
Reading of poem:
In search – Manish Vyas
Mani pulite
6 agosto 2017
Raggi di vita
Attraversa il viso
Canale occhi
Sguardo nascosto
Dentre nuvole bianche
Sospira sole
Alba ritorna
Con un nuovo methodo
Mani pulite
Reading of the poem:
Caruso – Lara Fabian
Caruso – Lucio Dalla
Caruso – Lucio Dalla and Luciano Pavarotti
Whirl me tour
5 August 2017
Screech in depth
Of horrors that fell
Hold the breath
Dance with Death
Violins that would foretell
A trip towards hell
Take the bar
Higher towards stars
Colour scar
Hope in jar
A wish to undermine hours
In spinning of cars
Whirl me tour
Towards whirlpools felt
Call me boor
Dark and moor
The insults on damsel pelt
Wills steady don’t melt
Reading of the poem:
Danse macabre – Camille Saint-Saëns
Heart – Vitas
Eternal Love – Stive Morgan
The Kettle
5 August 2017
The kettle was on the stove with its contents probably close to boiling point she thought. She looked at her ring idly and sighed. It was a beautiful ring but somehow its beauty was stifling. She looked at it again and the sparkle of the huge diamond lit a corner of her face as the sun hit it reflecting its sheen on several items around her. She looked at the kettle again.
The last time she had seen it, it had been across her face, with Elias handling it to give her a blow across her jaw, splitting it partially and breaking open a tooth. Elias’s unrecognizable face had poured out a flurry of ghastly words at her, while she had slowly fallen to Earth, further trampled by his large feet. The day she had returned home from the hospital in his company with a large bouquet of roses, he had been so remoseful that she had forgiven him fully. Since then once or twice he had growled at her when she did things “the wrong way”, i.e. in a way that he thought incorrect but had not been violent.
The kettle let out a high whistle as it puffed steam out of its top. She gazed at it before looking at the point where Elias had been sitting…
You’ll Never Know – Vera Lynn
Humbug
3 August 2017
The merry-go-round kept taking on new passengers as it twirled around the park, loosened from its bolts. Some passengers stepped gratefully onto it and some were whisked onto it without the intention of being there at all. Sally watched as those who did not mean to get onto the wild gamepod struggled to get out and even achieve any balance at all. It was not a vengeful, baleful or resenting watch but rather one tainted with the inequitable curiosity of the one who had the upper hand in a game with no rules.
As she watched, one or two passengers were able to get off the merry-go-round but for now around 15 remained locked onto its surface which seemed quite akin to a shaking ship’s deck. Most had adapted their composure to that of the pod and were therefore not affected by its mad shaking. Sally smiled as she slowly released the trigger on the pod’s initiate mod and engaged the throttle. The pod burst into a crystal version of itself and one of the passengers turned around to engage Sally in an eye contest as the pod took off.
« I thought you said to the wild in Africa » he said
« The real wild is out there in the skies or down under in the water » said Sally. « We have better material for exploring the skies than the waters which we also believe less apt to provide us with solutions », she continued.
The man shook his head. You are a terrible humbug he said.
Hmmm… Humbug, she said and thought. That is an interesting label. I think I will brace and embrace it, she said.
The Best of Scott Joplin
Ode to Joy – Sonny May
Bucket’s got a hole in it – George Lewis and his ragtime band
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