Poetry

After finding myself hugely inspired by the work of

http://www.segoviaamilpoetry.com/

And simultaneously getting locked out of my Tumblr, I have created a new space to share my more melancholy words.

I am finding it a wonderful outlet, and find the words are just pouring out of me.

Not all of them are particularly good. Some are downright awful.
But they are release, and they are raw, and true.

Find more here;

http://mourning-razorlust.tumblr.com/

Eoh

After watching a back to back marathon of the Lord Of the Rings, I started doodling the picture below, thinking of real time war horses...As I drew it, the title was obvious to me 'Eoh' - The language the riders of Rohan use, Elvish for 'War Horse'.
  But as I drew words also started filling my mind, so I flipped to the back of my sketchbook, and scribbled it down on the cover. With a few tweaks I share it here with you...

Eoh

They're all around, crowding in,
No room to move, to breathe -
My hooves prance,
Dancing through a sea of mud,
Running red with kins blood.
They slash my chest, with cruel cuts
And bruise my haunches, with heavy hands.
Clinging to the reins about my throat.
Yanking, Pulling,
Desperately Clawing.
Swords shine as bright,
As the glistening sweat upon my coat.
The battle never ends, never dies.
Ongoing Cries.
And countless numbers falling -
Falling.

A Message from some far off land... - A Poem

"Rest

Lie Down

Feel the soft grainy sand beneath you. 

Feel the suns soothing heat coat your skin.

Feel the tender caress of a lovers touch, 

Against your bare, tanning flesh.

Listen to the hypnotic rhythm,

Of the lapping ocean waves. 

Listen to the song of the screeching gull.

Listen to the steady beating of the earth.

Listen to his breathing,

Listen to yours.

Listen to the pulsing of your hearts...

Just listen."

 Majorca, 2013

Majorca, 2013 - Photo taken by my partner.

Anger - Poem

Photography is hard work and time consuming, sometimes in the thrill or emotion of a moment, I find words that come to you, can be a wonderful release. So here for you is a free structure poem I wrote a few weeks ago, on scraps of paper in work;

Anger, Choking Anger.

Words burning in my throat, 

Pleading to break free - 

Wanting to be set loose,

Alongside swelling tears, and an erupting heart.

A heart which is hammering in my chest,

Battering my ribcage, 

Creating reverberating screams,

That will echo though my mind for endless hours.

The pulsating pulse of injustice, fuels this anger to my veins.

     -------

There

-Calm

Contain yourself!

Never let out the bile that burns in your throat.

Hold your tears, child.

I'm not what I'd call a confident writer...it's not something I do on a regular basis. I have two book ideas I've been working on for years, just for myself...but I feel poetry is more easily shared with the world. It's still for me, but maybe some of you can take something from it aswell.