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My childhood sphere was pasturelandand the pebbled riverside:broad enough for a bold imagination.It was a gorse-bush mazea weira tunneland the old Victorian train station. It was bounded by the blue hillsfar beyondwhich measured outthe limits of the known world.Back in those long-forgotten daysa long-forgotten childwondered what secrets these mountains held, untold. I travelled to those... Continue Reading →
I. Elegy for a Fairytale There are no knights in shining armour,there is no chivalry;there are only nights of drunken ardourfollowed by confused apologies. The damsels in distress collectsocial security: there is no chivalry nor any Knights in shining armour nowI wonder if there ever were? Though once upon a time I thought I knew one whotook me... Continue Reading →
'Twas May Day when the workers did arisedemanding freedom with a single voice;they shook their leaders, took them by surprise;the leaders then were forced to make a choiceand so they promised freedom and rewardand won the trust of workers far and widebut then they charged with bloody pointed sword:the workers ran and scattered, where to... Continue Reading →
We are patchwork, wea constellation of colourslighting children’s eyesso many shades and blades of grassin blue skies, bright orclouded grey and whiteblossoming, bloomingbursting forthin springtime meadow-light. © Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved April has been extended! By Paul Brookes of The Wombwell Rainbow. He has hosted a special ekphrastic challenge for the month of April as part... Continue Reading →
Incontinent we come into this world;incontinent we leave it:defenceless, cradled inour mother’s arms. Trailing clouds of heavenstreaks of sunsetstreaming down the cheeksof those whose hearts we leave love-lorn. And those who find themselves unloved, incontinentare cradled in a heavenly embrace they left this world too soonor lingered, too-long lonelytheir footsteps arenot difficult to trace by One who... Continue Reading →
The washing machine sloshes with a dim, somnolent hum, but that's not it. My heart pumps, blood also sloshes: if I close an ear, I can hear it. That's not it either. I draw breath, try to breathe the light, breathe out the darkness: is this it? Getting closer. Time spent in meditation is time... Continue Reading →
Next weekend marks the start of the May Day bank holiday in the UK, while in other parts of the world we celebrate International Workers' Day or Labour Day. In honour of this, and in recognition of the emergency on planet earth, I will be holding a Sonnet Sunday on 2 May on the theme... Continue Reading →
I’m a pest, I’m a pest, anapestically speakingfor I rhyme every timewithout pausing or breaking each monotonous linewith a flick of the keys:I can drone on for hourswriting stanzas like these; but I like a good metrethat’s as firm as it’s strongand as swiftly rememberedas your best-hated song; so will someone please stop mebefore I’m sent... Continue Reading →
At liberty for the first time in my life:free to just drive and driveor dive into the sea; to live without fearno longer to carehow harshly you judge me. At libertyto stand alone upon a mountain top:I'll stand beside you should you careto join me but I do not fearto go my own way. At libertyfor the... Continue Reading →
Cowering in the cupboard: well I would be if I could emitting a sharp hiss at the slightest approach of danger. Well it’s almost like this:‘Get back!’ I hiss 'And leave me to face the dark side alone, againI didn’t ask for this, but I’ve been given...' ‘There are worse things happen at sea’you say, and so... Continue Reading →
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