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
by Steve Tanham
Roam upwards from soil Hold fast as she breathes Donate all you have Deny what you haven’t Drink beauty’s release On the petals of ecstasy And my name will be in the beginnings ——- ©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2016
by Steve Tanham
They were bright red on the day he bought them From the impossible shop in the mountains So far away. — Like her throat in the heat of passion As their skins moved like silk And their lips were liquid joy. — Now, faded, she gathers the leaves around their stems Like a cloak over the beloved As the colour, though not the … Read More Duet in Red and fade…
by Steve Tanham
Orphia’s Liar (inspired by a recent theatre performance) ———– He hangs upon the frame of wood With leather bonds at back and thighs While she below who kneels and smiles Need only upward pout her sighs To see the flame behind the need And thus give wings to Orphia’s skies ——- Enmeshed in nature’s plot he aches And dreams of blood which deeper flows … Read More Orphia’s Liar
by Steve Tanham
There is no barrier, just belief
You cannot buy a ticket
by Steve Tanham
Terminal Outbreath ——- You know my sighs, and yet, I am a stranger to your knowing; Though not your eyes, which, Drinking in my flowing, See me. ——- As vision sees the fleeting blink, As petals bid farewell To the last drop of dawn’s clear ink; As the young bird triumphs, briefly, in the uplift of a feathered wing ——- And even here, … Read More Terminal Outbreath
by Steve Tanham
A line of sight Which calls in frozen white To towering forms of shapeless spray That shield incoming night. ©Copyright Stephen Tanham 2015
+ Bakewell, Bakewell Jail, Ballad of Reading Gaol, Ben's Bit, imprisonment, Incarnation, Journey of the hero, Mystical poetry, Oscar Wilde tribute, Uncategorized
by Steve Tanham
What do you do when two of your best friends put you in gaol for a crime the three of you carried out… and leave you there? The characters of Wen, Don and Ben in the Doomsday series by Stuart France and Sue Vincent are not-so-loosely based on the three people who run the Silent Eye School. Imagine, in real life, joining the other two one … Read More From Bakewell with love – the gift of surprise
by Steve Tanham
Hey, you! ———– Hey, you, come play! said the wind in the heights Whipping the sail in a dance of the round Me?, said the cloth, but I’m tied to the mast I can play all you like but to steel I am bound ——- Hey, you, come play! said the sky to the steel Reflecting its rust, through the colour of blood Me? … Read More Hey, you!
by Steve Tanham
Seldom seen I am The edge of action ——- Seldom seen I am The liquid in which light flows ——- Seldom seen I am The Spirit that animates all ——- Seldom seen I am What you think you are not — ©Copyright words and image, Stephen Tanham 2015
by Steve Tanham
The Last Tailor — The clothes he wears are not his own They dressed the flesh to suit the dead With colours picked from nature’s prime And perfumes rare that round his head Entwine a crown of rule and law In broken pieces whispering of a thread ——- The white ones came and spun the rope That covered tailored blood and green And in … Read More The Last Tailor
by Steve Tanham
Don’t think that you have seen this edge before Don’t count the times your boots have walked and crunched upon its sands ——- Don’t try to catch the sleek caress of countless grains of dust Blown on a wind that never kissed your face before But now demands it must ——- And, walking tall, stare into space between the sky and land And suffer … Read More Lost on the Horizon
Sun in Gemini 
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