Category: Love

Gilgamesh descending (6)

Faces… If there is one thing upon which Gilgamesh would wager his life, it is that life is all about faces… His own face now burns with a permanent redness; whether from anger or something deeper, he does not know. But it burns… and gets hotter with every passing encounter with the faces that fight to decry and destroy what he has achieved as … Read More Gilgamesh descending (6)

Gilgamesh descending (5)

And now we must move swiftly, as the king’s heartbeat quickens with purpose. Again, he watches the Fate Dancers… and begins to see the depths of what they do. These movements describe a ‘whole’. They are parts of how that unity evolves itself, while carrying its essential nature, unchanged… except for the result of its own process, working on the material of that which … Read More Gilgamesh descending (5)

Gilgamesh descending (4)

And as I watch Gilgamesh ascend towards the vast cliff-edge from which his life must fall, I wonder about the origin of the ‘play’ in human consciousness. The plot already contains characters – one of whom is dominant. They have their ‘I’s’ when invested with a player, an actor, who gives the ancient words new life. These I’s are as garments, waiting to be … Read More Gilgamesh descending (4)

Gilgamesh descending (3)

Entranced by the living spell that is the movement of the Fate Dancers across their patterned marble floor, I, Gilgamesh – for the other is passive – surrender to the music of destiny and allow my eyes to be transported to a place of wildness; a place so far from the order and safety that I have built here from my children… There is … Read More Gilgamesh descending (3)

Gilgamesh descending (2)

I enter the temple at the head of the twin columns of the Dancers of Fate. Those of the kingdom enter behind their King in silent reverence as we pass the Guardian and bow our respects. Alone, but knowing they follow, I cross the centre of the exotic floor and move towards the east of the temple. The gold-draped chair is waiting. I turn … Read More Gilgamesh descending (2)

Gilgamesh descending (1)

Julius Caesar, speaking after winning an important battle in Asia Minor, is quoted as saying ‘I came, I saw, I conquered…’ The same cannot be said for Gilgamesh the King – one of Julius Caesar’s mighty empire-building forebears, who ruled the land of Sumer from the city of Uruk in the southernmost region of Mesopotamia. The story of King Gilgamesh may or may not … Read More Gilgamesh descending (1)

Cube and rum

♣️ Cube and rum Sophisticated fun The night beyond The story spun ♦️ A teasing touch Don’t reach too much And spoil the fun Dangled, loved one ♠️ A shiver, a shudder Still laughter down under Nail follows bone Taut flesh coming home ♥️ Recently bold Softly nestle and hold A different kiss shared Bliss sought and bared 🍸 ©Stephen Tanham

All the Darkness – #writephoto

In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. All the Darkness – #writephoto What the hell, he muttered. And it was the equinox, after all. He’d thought that he would give this one a miss; but then came the drive to his mother’s house and the usual time-slip as the joys and labours of caring took far more time than they should. Sometimes, he would drive … Read More All the Darkness – #writephoto

Well Hung – #writephoto

  In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Well Hung – #writephoto It had started that most miserable of days, when, sodden with the constant June downpour, he had lost his way and found himself in a dark valley. Ahead of him was the strange hill. The second he saw it the hill reminded him of the head of a bird of prey. But, before … Read More Well Hung – #writephoto

Stepping Stones – #writephoto

Stepping Stones In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Thursday Photo Prompt – Stepping Stones – #writephoto — One, two, three, the dream In fun and seeking sun they came Where two had been and deeper known To newer one the stones of trust were shown The river flows…the waters stream Two, three, one, the flowing dream A different journey is begun As bold and blind, … Read More Stepping Stones – #writephoto

Lost Island – #writephoto

Lost Island In response to Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt. Lost Island – #writephoto A first the waves moved, playfully, over his ankles. Then they became more insistent, as his body resisted their pressure. “No,” his body spoke for him. “This can’t be happening!” He strode deeper into the sea that had turned on him, tightening the muscles of his thighs and buttocks as he … Read More Lost Island – #writephoto

What Curves Caress

What Curves Caress (In the style of Sufi poetry) What curves caress the distant sky when distance is not known? What shades of finest touch release the moment new which is not held? What depths of shade use shadow only to conceal the deeper joy? And in that joy, behind the shade, behind the touch, behind the sky, itself, will I not see you? … Read More What Curves Caress