Tuesday, 27 November 2012
Wednesday, 10 October 2012
Wednesday, 26 September 2012
Sunday, 9 September 2012
Some talk however, of those who cannot sink or drown, but walk the ocean waves as vagrants on an endless desert."
~ Old Sailor
This story begins with a ship wrecked at sea.
A young mother still weak from bringing her boy into the world was pulled under in the tempest along with the entire crew, even as they celebrated his birthday.
Yet this twice adored boy was left behind. For since his first breath let loose in his first scream, the sea had loved him too, instantly and unconditionally. The sea spared the boy for its surface, where those roam whom it has disdained for their loneliness, their callousness and their abjection, so that it could watch the boy and keep him for its own.
Tuesday, 28 August 2012
Tuesday, 12 June 2012
They say that there's a broken light
For every heart on broadway.
They say that life's a game,
then they take the board away.
They give you masks and costumes
and an outline of the story.
Then leave you all to improvise
their vicious cabaret.
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
Sunday, 3 June 2012
Friday, 1 June 2012
In the tempest something forms
And sheltered by its shell it warms
An idea that weathers all the storms
And the changes of its mind
The naked crab runs down the dunes
Its death or safety decided soon
Either claw or beak will bring its doom
Or else shelter it must find.
Her voice speaks and doesn’t quaver
The hazy vastness does not faze her
She throws herself upon its favour
And it replies to her in kind.
And though she walks the bed alone
Like a hermit crab without a home
She reaches in and makes her own
In the depths of her own mind.
For her the open sea to dare
Beyond no shell for her to wear
Moving on, abandoning her care
For the home she left behind.
-Ewan Green 2012