Lady of the Lake
1 January 2017
The fool yawns
Brethren’s darkened spawns
History
In making
From the skull and bones aching
The truth often dawns
In Legends
Beginning upends
Within dreams
Muffled screams
Of the red roses stutters
Restless mind mutters
Burnt on stake
Lady of the Lake
Red in blue
Infused hue
Holy blood the long-lost clue
In Time will renew
Reading of the poem:
Lady of the Lake – Audiomachine
Legacy – Audiomachine
The Legend begins – Audiomachine
Blended illusion
14 November 2016
Three to one
Sorted confusion
Our limbs meet
Green hilltops
Slopes sliding through the morrows
Forged in the sorrows
Priest and nun
Thwarted diffusion
Our bones sweep
Blue graveyards
Where the look takes to the kill
Bodies lying still
Hopes are torn
When the children die
Pennies lie
Change wasted
The smiles on our mouth pasted
With gruesome dark glue
Blink I’m gone
Remnants of pieces
Skin hanging
Rose petals
Showering your pale body
As the sound subsides
Wild horse rides
Peaks of never more
Wave broken
On the shore
The hurt still throbbing and sore
Wrists red though uncut
The eyes shut
Blended illusion
Surging through
Blue temple
Your breath warm as I tremble
My way through your chest
Reading of the poem:
The Trees – Max Richter
The Tree the Beach the Sea – Max Richter
This Bitter Earth / On the Nature of Daylight – Max Richter / Dinah Washington
Heart given completely yonder story untold
11 November 2016
In circles concentric on blue shores that unwind
Green grass for the meadows sun fed light for the trees
The mindset eccentric sees where normal is blind
Black tears for the widows that in the bleak night freeze
In the cold of the dark sad women stitch a path
Where lilies grow whiter than snow in the prairies
Where the walk in the park ends in waters of Bath
A pool glowing brighter than wings of the fairies
From the waters that split we will see the Gods rise
Lurches from blue oceans swallowing all the lands
Save the throne where I sit entranced by the sunrise
Forgotten all my sins as water seeps into sands
The breath that defeats me lies within chests of cold
Heart given completely yonder story untold
Reading of the poem:
The Ash Grove – Laura Wright
Co-create
24 October 2016
Illusion
A floating of worlds
In my mind
World without
Percentages of choices
The outcome unkind
Build with me
With more than mortar
Less than stone
Future hone
We celebrate the Divine
In woodlands the vine
Of the growth
We have heard of tales
Flying whales
In Oceans
Floating into the blue skies
Where the strong willed lies
Morrows suns
Warm the purple creed
Blended code
Love abode
They fused the Red and the Blue
We confused each clue
Intentions
A lost path of Pi
Cut the wire
Flamed the fire
Moved around in circle dire
Consequences Grey
Monsters slay
The bright pave the way
Replicate
Co-create
Image of beauty translate
Way of Heart dilate
Reading of the poem:
Arrival of the Birds – The Cinematic Orchestra (The Theory of Everything)
Of weights unpacked the Heart mind frees
2 October 2016
Pulse at jawline ring at temples
The anger rises in defeat
Designs in blue waves now compete
Child of chatter cheeks in dimples
Promise lost the paper crumples
Shards of splinters in my eye meet
Remnants of the yonder heartbeat
Trodden feelings deadwood samples
Reaching through the timeless spaces
Vain wane invented memories
Waking sleep for Earthen traces
Discovering the height of trees
Movements halted muddled laces
Of weights unpacked the Heart mind frees
Reading of the poem:
Esbjörn Svensson Trio – Believe, Beleft, Below [ph. Noell S. Oszvald]
Esbjörn Svensson Trio – What Though The Way May Be Long
Esbjörn Svensson Trio – Reminiscence Of A Soul
Infinity’s Time
15-16 September 2016
Blue waters
Encircling the port
Carry weight
Of stories
Lost sailors buried under
Pirates that plunder
They wage wars
The heavens deny
Our wage peace
Light kindred
Our daily toil rewarded
Twenty-three hundred
The clock marks
The eleventh hour
The skin breaks
With the quakes
Infinity joining code
Mutations process
Winged creatures
Birth from my bosom
Ghostly tales
Seek my mind
In playgrounds where we rewind
Birds becoming whales
Hammered Truth
In minds agonised
Retreating
Bereaving
Shards of memory retrieving
In frames hung on nails
We design
Spacetime’s cavities
Weak promise
Thought forget
Strong keep promises not made
Will in the intent
We find ease
In lives lived unbent
The regret
A shadow
The meek speak the proud bellow
To each speech fellow
Gathered crowd
Crisscross of patterns
Raised lanterns
Eight rivers
Crossing at the peak of Tides
Infinity’s Time
Reading of the poem:
Canto dell’Alma / Alma Mater – Flavia Vallega Krystael
Il volo dell’Angelo – Flavia Vallega Krystael
I Am that I Am / The Moses Code – Flavia Vallega Krystael
The beautiful gallows on Cape Canaveral
11 September 2016
The silence of rivers speaks to the tallest tree
Its roots of millennium touch the hollow of Earth
The lessons of tedium help the mind in rebirth
The passage that quivers leads through slices of me
Foregone are the shivers the new tides set me free
In moon the selenium spins promises of dearth
Enriched the uranium times renewing the firth
In history’s givers printed code of the Three
We gathered the shadows the precious mineral
The crowds lined with haters cobbled stones drew the way
The women like widows advanced our funeral
The beautiful gallows on Cape Canaveral
When yesterday’s craters wrought the guesses today
The blue wept like willows the despair general
Reading of the poem:
I let Love in – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
To be by your Side – Nick Cave
Where the Wild Roses grow – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds – Kylie Minogue
I land on my feet
5-6 September 2016
Riddle me
Bullets of the fall
Showering
Innocents
Rows of blue begonias drenched
In carmine water
Ex-spleen me
Meaningless phrases
Connecting
The white dots
On whiteboard chalk erases
The sight of the light
Think of me
As a little cat
The Nine Lives
All Times’ Fleet
Throw me from the highest heights
I land on my feet
Reading of the poem:
Army of Me – Björk
The grass was greener
20 August 2016
She looked across the battered fields lying scorched by the heat around her frame in veils. From afar came its glint, shining eerily under the summer sun. So infused with more than just a hint of light she felt she should run towards it for it looked so beautifully green, it was almost lime-like in its iridescent sheen. She imagined the dewdrops painting life-like shadows alongside the blades of grass, twirling with these latter in those meadows a long-forgotten dance. She could almost sense the hum of the grasshoppers, the sound of brass invading her mind with their invitation to prance.
An arm brushing past hers tore her thoughts away from that beautiful island and its mighty sway. The field around her was buzzing in glee with grey-faced workers in neat rows of three attempting so desperately to instill some life back into the withered plants going downhill. The water ran from their giant cans dark, muddy and lifeless, not even a spark. She watched them smother rather than water the field as more sand and dirt was all the cans would yield. Here and there some poppies had survived, their wild nature breaking free revived by the view of the skies from the murky lands ties.
It was the bluebells that withered the most. Their head hung, their face downcast, they looked like this time they would never last. The secular trees of themselves a ghost looked over the horizons, a sight only they could boast and realised that perhaps this was the last year they would play host to the hundreds of bluebirds that on their branches found outpost to watch the first sunrise. Suddenly a ray split the skies and onward came rains of the most frightful might. To the field workers they were though the most beautiful sight as they gathered out of ranks not bothering how offering to the rain their weather-beaten brow as it washed away the mud. The oldest of trees came down with a thud and as the land under it drank the rain a damp and soon mossy stance took over its grounds again and again and again.
She looked across the reddened field to the brink of where her sight would yield. She looked back to the moss growing on that new land. Its glint was known to her not a new brand. Both far and near she could see it so clear.
The grass was greener.
Reading of the short story:
Green…The Colour of Evolution – Yakuro
Inky Blue
19 August 2016
She sank into the waters which enveloped her, soothing and relaxing her tense muscles. The breath seeped easily out of her mouth as she welcomed the pitch black surroundings.
This was her ninth trial now to seep into nothingness. She yearned for that.
The mind always won though with its fight for survival.
She always resurfaced spluttering between relief and grief for not having overcome the resistance.
The moon resplendent celebrated her defeat once again. Once again it played upon the surface in the distance as she gathered her clothes she had left upon the shore.
She looked at that other spot where the moon was playing with the waves. It seemed like the perfect spot, far out into the sea though without the rock cover
Next month she thought to herself as she put her clothes slowly back on shivering despite the heat. Next month she would try again when the moon was high and the watchers were low.
To sink, to sink into that bottomless ink.
Reading of the microfiction:
Le Grand Bleu – Eric Serra
Le Grand Bleu / Huacracocha – Eric Serra
The Big Blue – A Better Place
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