Ensanguining the skies
Friday, 30 January 2015
69
Sudden smoky sky
Ashen specks gently falling
White upon the earth
30.1.15
Thursday, 29 January 2015
68
Waiting for the snow
Clear blue skies make no promise
Maybe tomorrow
29.1.15
Tuesday, 27 January 2015
67
Corrupted visage;
A corpse propped up in its seat
Surveys the abyss
27.1.15
After Francis Bacon's Portrait of a Cardinal I
Monday, 26 January 2015
66
Blue-black rictus screams
Silenced behind panes of glass
Power's transience
26.1.15
After Francis Bacon's Head VI
Friday, 23 January 2015
65
Slick-covered, dripping
Face unformed, leaden arms reach
Smothered, wretched plea
23.1.15
Thursday, 22 January 2015
64
Close, Stygian murk
Mired, knee-deep, in jet morass
My own oubliette
22.1.15
Wednesday, 21 January 2015
63
The shell is tapped, cracked
Removed, deliberately
Fragile core exposed
21.1.15
Tuesday, 20 January 2015
62
Glittering water
Runs too quickly through fingers.
Cupped hand, trembling pool
19.1.15
Monday, 19 January 2015
61
Let those moments go
What use is reliving them?
I tighten my grip
19.1.15
Friday, 16 January 2015
60
A first turn temple
Priests for dig upgrades, earth 1
Commence dwelling spam!
16.1.15
59
A scampering wind
Plucks the brittle leaf and flees
Who will remember?
16.1.15
Wednesday, 14 January 2015
58
Behind glass and glass
Lit, beyond reach; dark, closed up
Mute indifference
13-14.1.15
Tuesday, 13 January 2015
57
Half-moon suspended
The beauty of gravity
An eternal dance
13.1.15
56
Worm crossing the road
Some close calls and then, as feared
Obliteration
13.1.15
Monday, 12 January 2015
55
Dark, ashen pallor
Worn out, brutal ugliness
A city's death mask
11.1.15
Friday, 9 January 2015
54
The storm approaches
Cutting wind, can’t keep hands warm
Empty trees tremble
9.1.15
Thursday, 8 January 2015
53
Extractor fan drone
Wind blowing, changing the pitch
Sleep in abeyance
8.1.15
Tuesday, 6 January 2015
52
Heaven’s halls aflame
Blaze with fierce intensity
Burned after-image
06.01.15
Monday, 5 January 2015
51
Reactivated,
Returning to the surface
And the muted light
5.1.15
Sunday, 4 January 2015
50
Old fears, guilt, regrets
Mistakes perhaps repeated
Is there no escape?
4.1.15
49
The old railway line
Choked with weeds, those twisted trees
Grasping claws of night
4.1.15
48
Winter gloom deepens
Faintest light above snuffed out
Only silence now
4.1.15
47
Has the day now passed?
Our sun hidden, the sky now
Only darker grey
4.1.15
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