Beneath The Tree (by Nicola Hulme) Beneath the tree I climbed as a child daisies grew, bright and wild, a sunlit meadow where flowers bloomed. Buttercups trampled, earth torn asunder a church erected in hail and thunder, childhood dreams destroyed too … Continue reading
Her World (by Andy Cash) She had shown him a new world Feral, sensual and wild in beauty Flying free, a forever butterfly, in a new Eden Yet he was now a lost soul A new Adam alone with femininity It … Continue reading
Siren Song (by Martin Elder) She sang the siren song Until she could sing the song no more And the song was drowned The words lost The trees burned In the fire of another’s love Of reckless gain And her hair … Continue reading
Skies break over moors (by Randall Horton) Skies break over moors. A pale rider on a pale horse, Looks to suckling, Not destruction. The horse faces horror And rises. Randall Horton Mark Sheeky’s Oil Painting: The Resurrection Of Napoleon Bonaparte (available … Continue reading
Wax (by Nicola Hulme) Life melts , slips away, pooling slowly, before cascading over the edge into decline. Cooling, hardening, leaving a path, too soon traced and overlaid by the next generation. Once illuminating, bursting with energy, flaring and flickering, … Continue reading
She’s Cold (by Dorinda McDowell) She’s cold. She’s almost drowned out the sun with her tears; they did not stop for days: see that sun almost falling from the sky! The black menace in the corner is a frightening reminder of … Continue reading
The Textured Mistress (by Nigel Astell) Underneath black flowing undertones a cloudy mystic eye appearing not to see sexual wanting, watchful other your not-knowing stares staying hidden within painting Textured Mistress reveals nothing. Mark Sheeky’s Oil Painting: The Resurrection Sonata: Awakening: … Continue reading
20th Century Faux (by Linda Cosgriff) Be my beard, she pled; I have a female lover and I love you like a brother. I will, he said, for I love you like no other and I will love you ‘til I’m … Continue reading
The Leveller (by John F. Keane) The pale frog sprawls across parched canvas. Cave-eyed in represented sentience And limbless repose, he loves us not. Across the craggy border goes the grieving man, Cast from his hall of pride into a … Continue reading
City of Promise (by Nicola Hulme) Gleaming city of sleek dreams; sky-scraping arks, housing bright sparks in power suits who contribute, custodians for generations to come. Grime and greed crept up the towers polluted minds, killed Hope’s flowers. A scarcity mentality … Continue reading