Something to finish off the year with...

...with acknowledgments to Marc Bolan, 'True Blood', 'Stargate SG-1', and Hootie & the Blowfish.

The Hydra's Teeth

The dark rises in the east and envelops the day
As the Hydra’s teeth release him.
He lies heart-sick, eyes filled with gloom,
Through this night of a thousand lies.

Between the body and ascension
I see him tangled in blue,
And even the sound of his footsteps is sad
Along the length of the Corniche.

And deep within builds a roar
That strips leaves from trees
As he stands naked and remembers,
While the horizon closes in.

You won’t, will you?
It doesn’t feel right.
You should though.
Will you?

Empty photo albums of uncollected memories
Will let him start again.
Slice away his sadness.
Wash off the day, wash away the night.

My Soul is a Wilderness

My soul is a wilderness, a vast plain open to the elements.
A single track leads to some oblivion.
Exposed, I stand in a void, black and hostile to the senses.

Breath and thought freeze there.
The unending outrush of air assails your ears with sweet messages of self-loathing
And the mire of a lifetime sucks at your toes, ankles, knees.

I manage to stroll a little further, to the edge of my mind,
Only to find makeshift scaffolding and whitewashed hessian sacks holding it all together.
How disappointing that it’s this and not art that adorns this internal world.

Annie Lennox

Don't read too much into it... or maybe you should!

Hi Folks

Thought I'd share another poem ('poetry' is such a strong word). Hope you can get something out of it.

Love to all
Bry
xxx


Plodding and slow I awaken

Plodding and slow I awaken
Impotent to do anything today.
Last night you left.
Lightly rustling thoughts
Buzzing and numbing.
Where are you?
Spine tingling notions
Blind me to the truth.
Wondering when.
Rein in the suspicion
Out of control.
With your key in the door
There’s blessed relief.

Photography course

Well, furthering my creative outlets and starting a photography short-course in a few weeks (for 4 wks, then after that, another one for 5 wks). As an example, the images above are from holiday snaps then composed to create DVD covers.

Love etc

B

A hot tin roof

The air is light, and carries the sound of cicadas. The just-turned-out fluorescent light in the bathroom glows surreally. Outside, through the dust on the flyscreen, light is diffused indoors.

The heat of your body is disturbing as I lay down beside you. From behind, my hand moves to your chest, my palm aware of your beating heart. Over the next few minutes, our body temperatures equalise as the tin roof creaks and groans. Lying with my lips resting on your back, our breath falls in sync and I drift into your slumber.

We occasionally meet in sleep, an impression of you in the impulses of my mind and soul. Maybe that’s not you though. Maybe you are the oddly dressed schoolgirl, or the growling lion, or the colour blue that recurs within a scene of an abandoned house my soul explores. The house is my security. The abandonment is my giving up to you. The blue, a colour that’s with me constantly in my waking life – the clothes I wear, the sea, the sky.

A possum’s steps outside cause you to stir. ‘Roll over.’ And your hand clasps at my heart, fingertips burrowing into the hair of my chest. One last complaint from the roof as sleep envelopes you again, and the tiniest vocalisation escapes you, punctuated by the squeeze of your hand.

© 2009

Is there anybody there?

So, it's been a while.

I'm going to start posting stuff again, and will start with a poem from some time ago. Hope you like!

You are here
Orbited by life
The darkness envelops my ears.
A solution, seek it,
Hurried and low.
Burning and filling, fuelling my brain.
I kiss the arctic of your skin
To stand again on legs that won’t,
Squelching to my shins
With the aura of the world around.
Fit to throw furniture,
I leave instead
With salt and sorrow on my tongue.
Gliding over the edge
To the tang I can see,
For the work there is to do.

© 2009