by Steve Tanham
Greetings, high priestess Camma How humbled I was to receive your message, my love of so many years ago! We of the Roman army may think ourselves focussed and disciplined, but your simple message cuts me as would the blades of your fabled twin daggers. You did not mean to do, this, I know; and you did it with such care that I could, … Read More Facing Oblivion, Scroll Three
by Steve Tanham
Greetings, Amathus How my heart leapt when I read the scroll your brave courier risked his life to bring. My own life has moved far from those innocent days when we gave that thin and trembling boy food and shelter. For several years we raised you as one of our own. I helped, of course, and watched and studied that intense boy with … Read More Facing Oblivion, Scroll Two
by Steve Tanham
Greetings, high priestess Camma Where my heart would speak I must make my rank as Roman soldier talk in bitter tones. I long to place my arms around you, once again, and protect you from what is coming, but we have little time. Suetonius Paulinus, a veteran of campaigns in North Africa, and much honoured in Rome, makes his way north, in haste, and … Read More Facing Oblivion, Scroll One
by Steve Tanham
Knock-knock-knock-knock-knock… Pierre-Paul Riquet was having a bad night, as he tossed and turned… Louis XIV was his patron, although he doubted even the Sun King’s sponsorship would alleviate his growing debts – debts that had now risen to a level he knew he would never be able to repay. It was all down to an obsession, no, the obsession – to connect the waters … Read More French Postcards 11: knock, knock…
by Steve Tanham
Bézier is a beautiful city. It was established five hundred years before the Christian Era and thrives today. It is located in an fascinating region: that of Languedoc-Rousillon, the border Départment between the Mediterranean side of southern France and Spain. Many view this part of France to have been kept economically disadvantaged for a long time, following the internal persecutions of the Albegenisan period. … Read More French Postcards 10
by Steve Tanham
It was hard to leave Narbonne. We had formed a very special bond with the place; but, we had another 50 km ride in front of us, one that would see us arriving at our penultimate destination – Bezier. First, we had to retrace our steps back up the Canal Robine to rejoin the land of the Midi. The few kilometres up to Cuxac … Read More French Postcards 9
by Steve Tanham
Sunday morning are strange things on these trips. You set off from your auberge all kitted up like you’re off to the moon, and the first ten people you meet are sandal-clad, sleepy locals carrying their baguettes back from the boulangerie and looking at you in wonder… And who can blame them! Sunday had dawned cool and overcast – it was wonderful. As our … Read More French Postcards 7
by Steve Tanham
On days like this people often ask why we do it? Why do you spend precious holidays pitting yourselves against the weather, particularly the hot sun, just to travel a few hundred miles by bicycle? No-one’s asking. I’m running this conversation alone in my head, as the temperature climbs to thirty three and the cloudless, blue sky dominates everything with its intense heat. There … Read More French Postcards 6
by Steve Tanham
A game of twos? the sky God said And in the hallowed halls of stone With single ear we heard his jest And wondered where our twin had gone ©Copyright Stephen Tanham, 2016.
by Steve Tanham
Polar Light of Sombre Sun ⦿ In polar light of sombre sun Are flickering shadows seen As Words emerge Whose dancing light Is greater than the place they’ve been ⦿ A Lion’s mouth sounds forth it’s call As red is joined to white And in that voice Is freedom’s choice Made total in the night ⦿ Does lighted wood create its life Or simply give it … Read More Polar Light of Sombre Sun
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by Steve Tanham
Finding Gawain – Act Two Gawain staggers from the castle of Camelot, the memory of the Green Knight’s bloody axe vivid in his mind as though the mere dropping of it onto the temple floor carried no significance, and its dark presence remains with him, still. Across the land he strides, stumbling and falling in the darkness, mouthing unintelligible noises as the full horror … Read More Finding Gawain – Act Two
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by Steve Tanham
Finding Gawain – Act One The last of the sunlight has gone. The light of the torches flickers in the great hall. The Table Round has assembled for more Yule merriment, but the room has turned to ice. The giant, green figure rides on his equally mighty horse into the sacred space of Camelot’s inner chamber. It is a monstrous sight; a circle of … Read More Finding Gawain – Act One
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