Seven Days

Monday already? Where did the weekend go? Tuesday is Monday-light, still the start of the week Wednesday is so-called hump day, now we’re getting somewhere Thursday we start to taste the weekend so near Friday is the last slog to get through Saturday is glorious, fun and relaxation Sunday brings anticipatory stress of a pending…

Review “In Bruges” (2008)

“In Bruges” is a crime thriller with dark comedy elements, and stars Colin Farrell, Brendan Gleeson, and Ralph Fiennes. It involves two hitmen arriving in Bruges, after a job that has gone wrong. They have been instructed by their boss to stay in Bruges until he contacts them. Ray (Farrell) is appalled by this, as…

Lying in the Grass

Grass grows tall on a warm spring day Butterflies and bees browse at the flower market Birds feed little ones and gossip in the trees Sprawling in the green shade Hidden among the tall blades Old  cat sniffs the breeze Yellow eyes blink sleepily Too nice a day to be on the hunt She’s just…

Just a Few Favourite Actors

As we watch films and television, over time we get to have particular actors that we like (and dislike). The following are a few of my personal favourites, and why I think they’re good.  Peter Cushing was a British actor who starred in over 100 films. He was best known for his work in horror…

One and Done

We have seen many days And will see many more But not this day Today is unique, as are all our tomorrows It’s a one-and-done deal We fill our lives with routine And let the days roll by Til suddenly it’s next week, month, year And we wonder where the time goes Would it be…

Dance in the Rain

Looking at the sky, I wonder Do clouds smell like rain Or is it the heavy scent Of maybe-rain, not yet realised Waterlogged air laden with potential Hearing, distant, a low rumble of thunder Like a knock on the door Heralding an imminent arrival And then, a single drop spatters on the ground The way…

Dryads’ Dirge

Day’s end under the spreading trees Twilight glimmers beneath shadowed leaves Entwined with the branches, now they emerge Forest spirits, singing a dirge Dryads dance in a moonlit glade Remains of the dead ones around them displayed Stumps remain of their murdered kin Nothing left of the spirits within Their numbers grow fewer every day…

Good Night

The day ends And with its ending Comes preparation for a new dawn It’s time to clean away the remains of toil Time to brush teeth, shower, comb hair Make ready for sleep Time for a glass of milk, pyjamas And a soft bed Time, too, to remove the remaining strain With prayer and meditation…