Fractal

Inside is an infinite recursion A fractal of thought folding in and in and inwards, forever Lost in the echoing chambers of me, myself and I I begin to dissolve, to disappear Soon not even I will inhabit this fortress of solitude And it will stand dilapidated and abandoned So, it is time to find…

Review “Christopher Robin” (2018)

When I was a kid, we read books by the author AA Milne, “Winnie the Pooh”, “The house at Pooh Corner”, “When we were very young” and “Now we are six”. Disney currently owns the rights to Winnie the Pooh and friends, so many youngsters these days might be more familiar with the characters via…

Where are the stars

I can’t see the stars anymore When we were young, we could see them Not as well as in the country, certainly But still, there they were Competing with the moon for beauty Shining through space and time But the city has grown And the fake lights shine more brightly Blotting out those small beacons…

Serendipity

A happy accident, that’s what they call it When circumstances and fate align To make something wonderful A one-in-a-million chance That will never come again I left my home late one night The time and weather were right as I happened to look up at a clear sky with not a cloud to obscure the…

The weirdness of Escher

MC Escher (1898-1972) was a Dutch artist, who made mathematically inspired woodcuts, lithographs, and mezzotints. Many traditional art critics find his work ‘too intellectual’. I love his work because it’s endlessly interesting, and I sometimes think that critics have a somewhat narrow view of what can define art. He makes use of mathematical constructs, geometrical…

Losing things

In my dreams I keep losing things Walking along and suddenly I realise I don’t have my handbag I did have it, but it’s like I just put it down and walked away So now I retrace my steps in panic Looking frantically for the handbag With the purse and the money and my driver’s…

Murder on the Orient Express – ripples in a pond.

The other night I watched the 2017 film of “Murder on the Orient Express”. This is not a review of that movie. It just got me thinking about an aspect of the story that younger me, reading the Agatha Christie novel and watching the earlier film, did not consider. And it’s a powerful one. There…

Blind luck

Take a photo and look at it And pretend for a moment That you live in the moment which you have paused so effectively With modern technology It’s not so easy, of course Now becomes then in the blink of an eye My words already speaking from the past The future waits on the other…

The pigeon

We spotted it in my mum’s garden. It had shiny green tinted feathers around its neck area, a grey and white head. Beautiful, as pigeons go.  It was drinking from a dripping tap and having a bit of an impromptu shower. A little odd, we thought. Then it started to walk away and we noticed…

Fog at the waterfront

Globes of dim light hanging in space Resolve into lamps lining the quay As fog rolls in from the chilly sea Seats line the barriers facing the brine In summer time it’s good to sit And meditate on the rolling tide But now, in the night and the misty air The ocean is vanished behind…