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We treat it like a place,
Yet, the dark is a state of consciousness,
Somewhere our demons inhabit, un-caged, for us to face,
Where, nightly, to the other side of that river we traverse,
Our fears we confront and with, converse,
To negotiate safe passage ‘til morning and light.
Fear not my beautiful one, the dark’s illusion,
For tis only part the sum, dawn’s dewy rainbow in conclusion.
Knowing both, fearing neither, negates confusion,
Brings insight to life’s chaotic mess.

We two, the same,
One for fun, the other takes the pain,
One,wants to know,
The other, quite happy going with the flow,
One looking for challenges anew,
The other, just wanting life experiences to accrue,
Not two people....Just one and the same,
A tale of two fishes, simple and plain!

Dangling by a seeming thin thread,
Past outcrop, looking down,
Five hundred metres down,
Sheer drop, sheer dread,
See the ledge to the left,
Bright sunlight,
Nothing’ but air to the right,
If I can just reach that cleft….
So shift my weight,
To the right, then the left,
Carabiner locked, no energy left,
In the hands of God and fate,
Rope walks on the sharp edge… begins to chafe,
This is it…Last pendulum swing,
Lose or win, swing baby swing,
As the maximum push creeps you out….
Of the safe…..

Father Christmas has been and gone,
Though 'til he returns, it won't be too long,
Presents and dinner have been presented with pride,
Old toys and wrapping have been cast aside,
And, soon it will be time to remember,
Whilst maybe, looking into the fire's dying ember,
And old memories may bring a tear,
But, then a smile, as you welcome a Happy New Year.

Tendrils of mist creep over the moor like a living, breathing thing,
In the distance, a solitary church bell gives a single, tuneless, timeless, plaintiff ring,
Bell rope swinging abandoned as the sound hits the air,
A lone wolf slinks stealthily from his hidden,flea ridden lair,
The bells' echo is summoning the faithful unto prayer,
Chattering, skittering, fluttering, blathering, more creatures of the night are gathering,
As the pastor ascends from the long closed crypt, stone stair by stone stair.
And so......Every year, it comes to pass....
When all the unwanted, spurned of this world, and the next....
Attend their Christmas Mass.

All day I pray, for sleep every night.
Where, in my dreams, I hold you tight,
Visions, warm, golden, blessed of second sight,
Til the coming, of dawns cold grey, twilight,
I miss you so much, such, is my plight,
Through hours of seeming endless daylight,
Longing for your touch, you, holding me tight,
I pray for sleep, this very night.

Wakey...Wakey...
No!....This is not a dream...
The mist is thinning.....Nearly....
The birds are singing....Sort of....
The sun is rising....Somewhere...
And...No....
The world did not end yesterday!

World Politicians of the UN,
Watched by ladies and gentlemen of the press,
The latter writing the former up,
While they dine on champagne, salmon and watercress,
Discussing trivialities, theoretical numbers of guns, rockets, mortars and stuff,
Posing for pictures, saying that though they have tried and tried,
Tried to stem the revolution, maybe in a month or two,
Though peace is impossible……Forward a resolution….
“Such and such leader has too much pride, Y’know….They’re not quite up to snuff”,
Well let me tell you this…..From where I sit…..
All of YOU have just NOT tried, anywhere near enough!

A Faerie Storie.

O'er woodland fell,
Next to the enchant'd waterfall,
In the magick Faerie glade,
where tryst twixt Unicorn and Faerie,
forever and will ever be made,
Stood Faerie with tear streak'd face,
Holding the head of her beloved Unicorn,
By his halter of magick lace.
Sad evil had invaded this hallow'd ground,
Poor dear Unicorn and Faerie,
Had this evil, found.
For, a bad man some time, past back,
Learned of how a Unicorn tear could heal,
And even from death bring back.
In case anyone tried to steal his find,
Had Hurt, defenceless Unicorn,
Until he cried and cried,
Until there were no more tears,
Poor unicorn was dry,
Then Buried Poison'd thorn in his hide.
Poor Faerie knew, if she took it out,
The poison would spill,
Kill them both, without a doubt.
Of a sudden o'er all Faerie land grew a chill.
One last kiss Faerie gave dearest Unicorn,
Then pulled it out!
On the ground fell poison thorn.
But Faerie queen all this did see,
And With a mighty effort summoned,
All the thousands of Faeries she could see,
From near and far, throughout the land.
Raised to her feet, and with all the magick, at her command,
Changed all that was done by that wicked man’s hand.
Commanded peace and happiness be once more,
Throughout all of faerie land!..........
Now go to the Enchant'd Waterfall and see,
Reflection of Unicorn and Faerie,
In each others arms, and by Queen, commanded
This is the way,
It will always, and forever be.

These days, I seemed almost always down,
My brow creased with an almost permanent frown,
I had almost given up on my latest story for good,
Wrapped round my warm coat, pulled up the hood,
Headed for the beach,
Maybe, for some inspiration to reach.
The waves were rough, sparse clouds rushing, blowing up a storm,
Wind getting brisker, though it seemed to be pulsating, eerily warm,
I remember feet lazily kicking the sand,
A short distance from the stormy waves crashing on land,
…BANG!
I involuntarily jumped!
…BANG!
Heart thumped….Blood pumped,
My ears rang, my senses surrendered,
Surrounded by the unearthly scream of air being rendered,
Stinging, blinding sand…. Shadows, flying, fleeting,
The sound of…..Flapping….Beating,
An eruption of flame, glowing coal red eye,
Defying the dark cold of the starry night sky.
I was struck dumb, immobile, completely smitten,
For…Exactly as from my imagination I had written,
There…..THERE!…
Sitting on the beast’s back, wand held high in the air,
With starry eyes and floating hair…..
He looked at me….A full on stare,
I gasped!….dreamweaver himself!
He nodded…..A smile crossing his lips, full of care,
Then suddenly, the feeling that the time had come,
To leave this realm and to wakefulness succumb,
Then the mental wrench,
Ozone stench,
My dream,
Does seem,
To die…. A sudden death…
………………..
No… Wait……
The eerily warm pulsating breeze, there, though fading,
A false memory?……..
No…..Realization growing…
A smile….A knowing….
The Remnants of Dragons Breath!

Thought I would be a cat for this challenge, not just any cat though. Macavity. From a poem by T.S.Eliot. Thought it was about time he was allowed to put his side of things. Apologies to that fine work.

ME?
They say, I am a kinda mystery cat, they call me "The Hidden Paw"
They say, I am a master criminal, who can defy the law,
That, I'm a bafflement to Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair,
For, when they reach the scene of a crime, I simply am not there.

They, say it's me you see. But, I say, that day I went to Daventry,
They, say I've broken every human law, even the law of gravity,
That, my powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
That, when they reach the scene of a crime, I simply am not there.

You may seek me in the basement, you may seek me in the air,
But, I tell you once, and, once again.....I simply am not there!

I'm a bit of a ginger cat, I'm really quite tall and thin,
You might know me if you saw me.......My eyes are quite sunken in,
My brow is always lined with thought, My balding head is highly domed,
I dispute my coat is dusty from neglect, that my whiskers are uncombed,
That, like a snake I sway my head from side to side, is a mistake,
Though....It's true that when you think I'm half asleep, I'm always wide awake.

It's always me, they say, you see.....There is no-one like Macavity,
That, I'm a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity,
That, you can meet me in a side street, or, see me in the square,
But, when a crime's discovered......I simply am not there!

They say I'm outwardly respectable, they also say I cheat at cards,
And, I know my footprints are not to be found in any file of Scotland yard's.
When the larder is looted, or, a jewel case is rifled,
When the milk is missing, or, another "Peke's" been stifled,
The greenhouse glass is broken, or, the chicken wire's past repair,
They cannot understand the wonder of the fact that I am simply never there!

When the Foreign Office finds a treaty has gone astray,
Or, The Admiralty lose some top secret plans again..."By the way",
There may be a clue, a scrap of something in the hall or on the stair,
But, it's useless to investigate, 'cos I'm not there,
And, when the loss is disclosed, some politician might say,
"It must have been Macavity".....But, I'm always miles away,
Where, you'll be sure to find me resting, or, licking fish from my thumb,
While I'm engaged in something else, like, a long division sum.

It's me they say, you see.....There's no-one like Macavity,
But, I ask you...Do I appear to you as a cat of such deceitfulness and suavity?
I always have an alibi, even one or two to spare,
Cos, whatever time the deed took place, I simply wasn't there!

So, now all the facts you've got,
All that's been said is true,
Make your own mind up,
Maybe, even some evidence accrue,
Just....Find somewhere where I am....Rather than where I'm not!

....You're looking across and see two sticks,
So...You put two as well,
Then, another two contriwise,
It's rocky first, but settles down,
Carry on building,
'Til from side to side,
The gap gets so small, it's no longer wide,
Then reach....Take the others' hand,
Hold on gently, balance to provide,
You're friends now,
All that way....From land to land.