Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Saoirse

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“Consider Flight” – Pasay, 07 April 2017

speak not
to me
of freedom:
i do
not think
you know
what it
means.

you speak
of open
roads
and friendly
skies;
of adventure
and culture
and experiences
money
can’t buy
and you
speak ill
of the
life
i chose
of my
daily enslavement
to the
norm,
this workaday
existence
you scorn.

yet:
i am
no slave
to vices
i pledge
no allegiance
to trends
i give
back
what i
can
and refuse
to be
burden
to anyone
and i
am free
to be
me.

chained
to no
image,
fettered
to no
reputation;
free
to be
myself –
and you
who chose
to hide
behind
an elaborate
façade
have no
right
to say
otherwise.

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Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Ilunabarrean

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“In the Falling Light” – Cebu, 07 April 2017

the setting
sun
sets the
world
all aglow
but i
am blind
to the
fire
to the
warmth.

only the
cold
only the
darkness
gets to
me
and the
weariness
is heavy
in my
bones
in my
heart.

but
i do
not seek
escape
in the
bottles
in the
nostrums
of man
but find
solace
in words
in verses
in song
in story
and i
dive
into my
books
into a
sea
of ink
as night
falls
and the
sun
seeks its
bed.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Message Sent

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“In the Post” – Alabang, 08 May 2017

sending
a message
loud and
clear:
don’t get
in my
way.

have found
the place –
the calm
zone
beyond rage
beyond anger –
the eye
of the
tempest
that i
am
and the
gloves
are off
and the
rules
are off
and hell
can break
loose.

read this
and tremble
read this
and weep
and run
while you
can
lest our
paths meet.

message done
message sent;
think of
it
what you
will.

Posted in Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Eil Sìth, Cha Crùn

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“A Light in the Dark” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

lo
the maiden
spoke:
“a crown
of light
is my
fate;
to bring
illumination
to the
darkest
of spaces;
to bring
warmth
to the
coldest
of places.”

for even
in the
cradle
she bore
destiny’s
heavy burden
and her
heart
and her
mind
were steeled
to rule;
and great
was the
joy
and great
was the
pride
of her
mother
who ruled
the flames.

but no
crown
would she
wear
and no
scepter
would she
bear
until all
was set
to right:
for her
warrior’s heart
broke
and her
ruler’s soul
faltered
to see
the mortals
weep and
wail and
call for
succor
from the
cold menace
that rose
from the
deep.

“a throne
can wait,”
the maiden
said,
“for now
i march
to war.”

Posted in Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Còmhstri

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“At the Shoreline” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

she stares
upon the
darkening sky
upon the
gathering storm,
pausing
at the
point
where land
meets sea,
daring to
meet
the gaze –
lustful
craving
needy –
of the
blighted being
on the shore.

“i fear
you not,“
she shouts
into the
wind;
“i dread
you not
and you
will pay
for the
destruction
and the
grief
you have
caused!”

and he
laughs
at her
anger
and he
scorns
her rage:
“what
would a
mortal
like you
do unto
an immortal
like me?”

alas
for him:
she calls
down
the lightning –
striking
not enough
to kill
near enough
to startle –
and she
whistles in
the desert
wind
and it
spins
and it
whirls
about the
wayward prince
choking
strangling
drying.

and around
them
the air
is heavy
the sky
is dark
the earth
is still
all awaiting
the next
move
in the
game.

Posted in Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Mac a ‘Mhuir

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“Goldfish Dancing” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

in a
time
long forgotten
‘neath the
crashing waves
dwelt a
prince
the son
of the
ocean lord.

his hair
was the
colour
of the
sea
in a
storm
and his
eyes
the deep
green
of the
greater depths;
his skin
pale
as the
rarest pearl
and his
face
most comely
to see.

but
he was
not happy
for he
felt
a noose
tightening
’round his
neck:
for his
sire
promised him
away
with no
thought
of his
own desires.

and the
mischief
in his
mind
took him
over
and rebellion
he sought
and havoc
he wrought
terrorising the
mortals
of the
earth.

boldly did
he lure
maidens
to the
water
and lo
they did
drown
in fruitless
yearning;
and the
fisher-boats
would capsize
and the
sailor-men
tossed into
the sea
where they
turned to
fish
unwittingly hunted
by their
own
in turn;
and he
called forth
tempests
upon the
landsmen –
ruinous rains
rampaging floods
tearing through
the earth
in destruction
far and
wide.

“o father!”
the prince
called
his tone
cold and
callous and
mocking,
“behold thy
folly,
behold this
madness
thou hast
forced mine
hand
to cast:
i will
not
be bound;
i will
not
be wed
away
to some
ill-born
wench
i know
not!”

and the
sea king’s
wrath
knew no
bounds
and he
would have
smote down
his erring
son –
but his
hand
was stayed
and his
anger
given pause…

and the
lord
of the
waves
gazed upon
the shore
to see
a lady
bright
bearing inexorably
towards
the water;
blade
in hand
and fire
in her
eyes.

Posted in Music = Magic, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Intoxication

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“Kate Torralba…Live” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

someone
once told
me
that there
was nothing
but air
in the
space
between two
hearts…

and it
hurt
and it
stung
and it
all but
broke me.

so how
can one
explain
the verses
the words
the emotions
so keenly
felt
and the
language
and the
eloquence
that came
so freely
stirred
in part
by lyric
by chord
by measure?

and i
wonder
if the
chanteuse
of your
acquaintance
was right
and i
was drunk
besotted
bewitched
by love.