Review “1917” (2019)

“1917” is directed by Sam Mendes and depicts the story of two soldiers in World War One given the dangerous task of taking a message to a regiment that is about to head into a trap. It is a straightforward plot, but the way the story unfolds is just harrowing, breathtaking, brilliant. From the start…

The Sea Our Destination

Boat floats freely on the current The river knows where she goes And we trust her to take us there Clouds swirl lazily overhead Painted streaks of white, blue, grey While light fractures gold to green Through overhanging trees Green and gold shower onto the water Leaves and blossom Meadows dance on either side Purple,…

The Painter Observes

Sitting in a rowboat Easel carefully balanced, brush and palette ready The painter observes the scene The sun shines, fluffy clouds cruise across the sky And a soothing breeze sighs along the water The river takes shape under his hands The greenery of trees and lush grass lining each bank follows Red-tiled farmhouses on the…

Review “You’re Next” (2011)

I want to start this review by saying I do not like slasher films. On the whole I find them pointless – usually involving mysterious guys in masks stomping around chopping people up in gory ways just because. That makes no sense to me. “You’re Next” was recommended to me as being not that kind…

Will O’ Wisp

Will o’ wisp dances in forest dark and deep Follow, weary traveller, to where you can find sleep I will lead you surely, just watch my guiding light Just a little further, keep my flame in sight. Don’t regard the mud that now is underneath your feet A cosy bed awaits you, soft and warm…

Merfolk – the People under the Sea

All over the world and through history, there have been myths and legends associated with beings who live in the ocean, rivers, or lakes. These magical people are depicted with varying levels of power, and also vary as to whether they are friendly or otherwise. They can hypnotise, tell the future, sink ships, and so…

Spinning History

Spinning threads through the days The mind starts weaving, building We make the stories of our lives Constructing the tapestry of fantasy To leave our mark Future people will read The legends of our times We disguise unwelcome truth With the coloured threads of wish And always, since the beginning We paint legacy with agenda…

The Stone Stairs

There were stone stairs, unexpected Right there in the middle of the park They were beautiful, with carved banisters Leading down into a glade of sorts Dark trees rose on either side of the path Shutting out the sun The track quickly vanishing in the gloom No sound No birds, animals, not even wind Following…

If You Could See Me Now

What would you think What would you say after all this time It’s been so long And you never showed your hand even then What did you think of me Were you proud, or disappointed And now all I’ve managed is to keep on Holding on by broken and bloodied fingernails Setting one increasingly shaky…