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.

Posted in Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Lines to a Wanderer

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“Runway Clear” – Cebu, 09 April 2017

too often
i feel
that you
are swayed
by the
siren song
of open
roads
and paths
not taken:
and you
never seem
to remain
in place
for very
long.

i understand
the compulsion
the drive
the wanderlust
for i
have felt
it
and i
have lived
it
longer than
you know.

but
who am
i
to put
house slippers
onto mercury’s
wingéd feet
or to
pour
his morning
coffee;
silly girl
madwoman
nutcase
screwball
that you
tell me
i am.

but
see here:
time
will come
when you
fly
and no
one
remains to
welcome you
and your
friends
will fly
away
and pass
away
and form
bonds
that include
you not –
and then
where
will you
go
and to
whom
will you
turn to?

and then
perhaps
you will
remember –
but oh
perhaps
it will
be too
late.

for
even i
have paths
to tread
and places
to go
and i
see no
point
in waiting
for you
indefinitely.

Posted in Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Teine agus Uisge

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“Just Across” – Cebu, 09 April 2017

they say
that ages
and ages
ago:
the mother
of fire
and
the father
of water
promised
the earth
that a
child
from each
of their
clans
would join
together
and peace
and balance
and harmony
would ensue.

and the
flame queen
chose
a daughter
bright in
beauty
wise in
lore;
and the
sea king
chose a
son
comely of
face
keen of
mind.

but alas
a mischief
wild
entered the
heart
of this
prince
and mayhem
he wrought
and debauchery
he sought
and grief
he caused
to mortal
ken
and he
fled
the union
to which
he was
pledged.

and grim
was the
anger
and sore
was the
wrath
of the
master
of the
waves
at the
wayward boy
but the
lady
of hearths
stayed his
hand.

“let the
children
settle this
matter,”
she said;
“let them
end
this strife.

and lo:
the daughter
of the
inferno
sought tuition
in war
and girded
herself
for battle
and off
she went
to build
a bridge
promised
to the
earth
or perish –
alas –
in trying.

Posted in Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

The Wind Whispers a Warning

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“The Rustling Roses” – Cebu, 08 April 2017

“turn back,
turn back,”
hissed
the wind,
“you
know not
what peril
lurks
on yonder
shore
and the
sea
could snatch
you
with wicked
waves.”

“beware:
be brave
but not
too brave,”
said the
roses
rustling and
bristling as
the wind
blew stronger
grew colder
and the
song
from the
sea
grew louder,
“be bold
but not
too bold!”

the maiden
drew breath
her blade
held low
and her
hand
trembled not
even as
her heart
pounded
like the
drums
of war.

and the
youth
on the
shore
regarded her
his gaze
beguiling
yearning
longing
tempting
heavy with
an ache
a hunger
nigh on
insatiable.

but
all she
saw
was a
menace
from the
waters
and the
roses
shivered as
she passed
silent
steely
inexorable.

Posted in Pure Fiction, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Air a ‘Mhuir

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“The Path to the Water” – Cebu, 09 April 2017

down the
path
leading to
the sea:
a maiden
walks,
a maiden
ponders
the grim
reality
of solitude.

but she
stops
in her
tracks
at the
sound
of a
voice
coming from
the edge
where the
shore
meets the
sea.

alluring
luring
beckoning
beseeching
drawing
her closer
and nearer…

and she
finds
a youth
sitting upon
a rock
on the
shore
singing an
old lay
of loss
of grief
of battles
ancient
‘tween earth
and sea.

and he
turned
and she
saw eyes
as dark
as the
waves
in a
storm
and a
fish tail
where legs
ought
to be
and she
gripped
the knife
at her
waist
and she
strode
down that
path
leading to
the sea
and dared
fate
to play
its hand.

Posted in Art and About, Shutterbug Blues, Verses

Juxtaposition

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“Reflection with Juvenal Sansó” – Makati, 17 May 2017

staring
through the
years
the decades
at my
generation:
impertinent
impetuous
impatient
from where
you sit
in the
distant past
with your
patience
and your
tolerance
and your
tenacity.

there are
none
like you
in these
slapdash
slipshod
throwaway days
though some
dare
and some
dream
to break
the mould
as you
did.

and i
wonder
who among
us
is brave
is strong
is wise
enough
to follow
in your
footsteps
or are
there none,
alas,
at all.