Author Archives: grahamswords1962

Through closed eyes it blazes red, the light red, the heat red.Blood red. With orange flames that stream through veins.So intense it unfurls bones,Spiralling into an illuminated universe,A world only felt by one. It’s been so long.So, so, so long.Had it even been this long before?For the very first time a body lies flat onContinue reading “Soleil du Mars”

I am not from here,But here is where I am,And here is of what I am made. What cast me to this place I dress,In robes of my fondest history?And the shadows in creases of my shirts,And working shoes encased in dirt.A wardrobe that fits the here and now. On lush Devon fields where sheContinue reading “Hatstand Tree”

His silence he now shares with his brothers.No naked flame held to light his way,Carried by offspring, mothers, or lovers,He finally reached that end of day.Now, the tide of aching has faded and ebbed away. Colour drained, pray, beg, hope he sleeps in peace.He left no epitaph, he’d said all he could say,His tether’s endContinue reading “Anthem for a lost generation”

Once, before our births, Potatoes, beans and sprouts would have grown beneath our feet, in that earth. In soil that now tended wild yellow grasses which swayed in time to the beating wings of orange tip butterflies. Remnants of privet borders stood, angled and isolated. Deep green dividing lines, dividing nothing, protecting nothing. Long silentContinue reading “ment a lot”

Emerald and sage, Lincoln green,Verdant spears, pristine, clean. Row upon row of rank and file,Private Promise and Sergeant Smile. All on parade, all standing proud,Battalions of blossoms,To blast winter’s clouds.

She’ll never know,Why would she, how could she?The blasé innocence of soft collision,No hesitance, no indecision,Two worlds collide and meld as one,Unrequested glow of a burning sun.That bathed, and blushed my burnished skin,And drained the dark from deep within. Her presence the first morsel,When the hunger strike did end,The thirst crushing sensation,That cold summer ciderContinue reading “Tsunami Touch”

Unkempt borders and dishevelled hedges, Discarded presents and forgotten pledges. Against slate grey skies and muffled clouds, Green spikes promise to sing out loud. Twinkling ice and pitch black nights, Twitchers scour for foreign flights. From nostrils flared come steaming plumes, Curtains draw on snug living rooms. Fox bark breaks the midnight air, We mayContinue reading “January”

In crowded sidings, off branch lines narrow and dark,The wagon beds are parked,Shunted, pushed, and pulled by engines of tired blue and green,And every shade of livery in between,Huffing and puffing their every last drop of steam.The cargos they ferry, sit patiently by, awaiting departure, perhaps a final goodbye.While up at the station, stunning spaceshipsContinue reading “24 Souls”

He knew from the day he entered the gates that he was different. No one else had his name. Juan. Why Juan? It made him stand out. The way the other kids said it, the way they said he said it – the way he said it. It singled him out – but why? WhatContinue reading “The schooling of Juan Abbeste”