These are the silent times, the best of times Where reflection is the handmaiden of realisation To soak in the tallow glow of a candle flickering dimly And find memories laid bare to analyse retrospectively To hear the voices in the still nothingness And observe the shapes eldritch formed which try to defile This is the calm before the storm when all will come again To seek to confuse the namelss scribe of introspection Sounds from a distant melancholy invading cunningly Seeking to make true on the harpies' seductive deception But never to find their way into the protective stream This is the moment of our benediction to higher powers When we put pen to paper and let words flow like liquid cyanide A curtain call to those who would but listen for its instruction And a calling card for the dissolute, disaffected generation So bask in these moments well my friends For they will only come when least expected And once we float away on the obsidian wings of angels We shall find our truth, before all is lost in the maelstrom of consequence
Ancient Heart Magazine is here again! Now based in Sydney, Australia. After a number of years of publication I decided a while ago to give it a miss. But, poetry being poetry, I couldn't keep away and now here we are again; all new and bright and fresh. In a slightly different format, namely that of the blog.
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