In the Forest of Lost Fortune cries The one eyed owl of the reddened moon; Sheltering under starry skies Each night he hoots a banished tune. Come thither his nocturnal fleet, Trees uproot like a marching band; Branches shake to his cosmic beat Resounding deep throughout the land. Under the twilight leaves change hue, Flickering… Continue reading In the Forest of Lost Fortune
Age of Reason
Creative thoughts and visions once held sway In the minds of Blake, Yeats and Mallarmé, Their words were passageways of mystery But are sadly confined to history. New Age culture suddenly reigns supreme To feed those who broke from of the old regime, Wrapping new clothes over a dead body, Changing the tone of the… Continue reading Age of Reason
In the Heart of the Betting Ring
In the heart of the betting ring Stands a solitary bookie, Peering from his towering stool. No punter can escape from the Sharp gaze of an oddsmaker who's Ready to take on the weight of A nation. Pointing his cane at The enemy, enticing the Will of newcomers, all of the Favourites are laid to… Continue reading In the Heart of the Betting Ring
Lord Fielford to his Heir
To The Honourable Monsieur Buté, Young Sir, I can assure you it has come As a great shock to discover that you Are my natural son and, for the want Of another, my heir. I remember My cordial relations with Mila Hazily, but I can recall she was Of a honeyed complexion and of a… Continue reading Lord Fielford to his Heir
Before the Duel
How could I have been such a fool To land myself into a duel With a master bearing the cross, Sixteen showdowns without a loss, His hands were too fast for the slain, Each bullet lodged inside the brain. He seeks from mistreated burghers Vengeance for the sins of others. Break-ins, looting and battery, Brutal… Continue reading Before the Duel
A Week in June: Final Part
Jacob gets off the bus at the exit for the cemetery. He walks up a couple of narrow path to the gate, where he greets the guard. Guard: Good afternoon, young man. Have you a pass? Jacob: Erm, no, but I have a card here from Miss Angelica Manford. She sent me here.… Continue reading A Week in June: Final Part
A Week in June: Part 17
After the painting session has finished, the two settle down, beer in hand, to watch the England v Wales football match, which is now in its final moments. Angelica: Looks like your boys have let you down. That will Teach you to bet against the mighty Wales. Jacob: Because they parked the bus,… Continue reading A Week in June: Part 17
A Week in June: Part 16
Jacob knocks at the door. Angelica answers it to welcome him in. Angelica: Welcome, Jacob, come through. Take off your shoes, You're entering a holy house of art. Jacob takes off his shoes and gazes around the studio. Jacob: It sure as hell beats a romanesque church. Angelica: I wouldn’t know,… Continue reading A Week in June: Part 16
A Week in June: Part 15
Clara meets Jacob at the Austrian restaurant, stumbles across the pavement in her high heels, wiping the tears from her face, folding her arms in a hump. Jacob: Hello, Clara. Clara: Jacob. Jacob: What’s wrong? Clara: Sorry, it’s … it’s Cesca. We’ve just had a Dust-up. She’s like totally in the… Continue reading A Week in June: Part 15
A Week in June: Part 14
Cesca, rushing to the cafe, shakes Jacob's hand and leads them to her favourite table, where they take their seats. Cesca: Sorry I’m late, I had some business to Attend to at the bank. Even on my Days off, Daddy has me working! Also, I can’t stay for too long, I’m expecting A package… Continue reading A Week in June: Part 14
