When life turns grey

My eyes stare without vision,
without registering colours,
I sense the movement of leaves
but cannot appreciate
beauty without.

The radio sings about
‘Beautiful Life’
it is only in the last
few bars that I hear and note
the irony.

There’s a chill that cannot be
warmed by my many layers
I try to snap myself free
but every record I hear
brings wry comment.

All change has consequences,
of this I am certain…less
certain are exactly what
those consequences will be.


How quickly the beast

Slides over the land,


The sun-brightened hues –

Plunging all into a monotone dusk.

Lashing its tail, it drips malevolence

Then passes on to

the next victim…

Leaving our joy

Spluttering in a

Pool of colourless


Smothering the Sky

As the glowering blanket approaches from the East, Apollo makes his last stand in the West. A calebreseous mountain of golden vapour he rises; defiantly shining out a final showdown – but in countless shades of stormy grey, the new master of the sky slowly asserts his will.

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Art is our home. This door is open, always, to all, and yet permits not the entry of draft or rain. The doused may find solace, and repose, in the warmth of this hearth. For the sparks of these words - the spectres conjured by its incandescence - are a family whose love is unconditional, and will ever blaze, kindling within us the faith to weather these tempests. The ashes may then be scattered upon the winds - to ignite the lost, and unify our souls as one, in unquenched illumination; to be the light which guides us home, through the darkest of eclipse.


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