Tuesday, 12 June 2012

This Vicious Cabaret

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.
-Alan Moore

Tuesday, 5 June 2012

An Ancient Copse

You can tell how old a hedgerow is by the number of species that makes it, I think the same is true for a copse in which case, this one must be ancient!

Sunday, 3 June 2012

Friday, 1 June 2012

On nurturing ideas


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