by Steve Tanham
Dragged, sodden. Dumped in Wet and cold moraines Of winter’s angry passing Last vestiges of icy daggers Point to spring with Slowly dripping teeth Fading with a promise to return Daring us to rise from mud And wash … and shine With the faithful daffodils. ©Stephen Tanham 2024 All photos taken and processed on an iPhone 12 ProMax. Stephen Tanham is a writer-photographer and … Read More Melting daggers
by Steve Tanham
📩 110 words, Poetry, a two-minute read Within the evening’s petals shone, Like breath for eyes emerged from night, A brighter hue of rays to come A soft caress, like parted lovers write Way-stations of the coming sun All held within the form and fold Of snowdrops growing pearls within the night. ©Stephen Tanham 2024 All photos taken and processed on an iPhone 12 … Read More Twilight’s Pallette
by Steve Tanham
—-//—- What hollow world lies hidden Within these solid forms, Inviting me with eyes and mind to follow? How would I live as leaf or twig Or fruit as berry: thorn, if scorned? A solitary round of life unknown but found. Where would I find myself if self Surrendered to this leave of flesh To be enmeshed in natural and abiding weave? Now hear … Read More What hollow world lies hidden?
by Steve Tanham
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 his eyes they painted … Read More The Last Tailor
by Steve Tanham
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
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by Steve Tanham
©Stephen Tanham 2023 Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being. http://www.thesilenteye.co.uk and http://www.suningemini.blog
by Steve Tanham
In dream I woke and stood bewitched Before a door of oak and cedar To hear a voice that played upon A song of keys, part lost, part won And tugged and pulled my heart to be there With haunting glimpse of lifetime fixed As though my past had been remixed ➰ Who knocks? – In truth, I had not yet A saving grace … Read More Nightmare in Béziers
by Steve Tanham
It’s looking quite forlorn now The larder shelves are bare There’s a rocket in my kitchen And my kitchen isn’t there -:- He doesn’t want the kitchen That father carved in wood He only wants its ruin And the land on which it stood -:- My children went outside to play And found his cluster bombs All brightly decked with spirals To reckon all … Read More In my Kitchen
by Steve Tanham
Heavy metal, thinly sailed, is cast Like toy, and dropped onto the stone. Hedges bend, bow and form New writhing shapes – grotesques – Their twisted tongues malforming names Of foolish men who thought to tame The wild and winds of Cumbria… ——– And yet, from this we do emerge In harsh, unruly tufts of grass And mud that drains off torrents passed. Bleached … Read More Emergence
by Steve Tanham
When days roll, heavy hearted, by And dusk has turned a darker hue Where breathing’s choked and not so free I rest my back on bark of old ash tree And whisper words into electric blue Discovering solace in the sky ©Stephen Tanham Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.
by Steve Tanham
➰ Within the sky You formed one day I have you said With dipping horn Not gone away ➰ I willed you go Your old one eye Belligerent Inclined to stay Declined my sigh ➰ Am home, it cried Among and in The shallow mind The narrow gaze The snarling din ➰ Resistant to My magic frown This hungry eye Just widens now And … Read More Old Blue Devil
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