Tuesday, 30 July 2019

Ozymandias Recycled

A traveller 
mocked a king,
beside the sand
round which cold passions
command decay
and said,

‘Frown away,
sneer, half despair,
look on the desert sands,
sunk and level;
bare the lip,
read these lifeless words
far from those stone remains
that met the wreck of things.

Monday, 22 July 2019

almost gothic

seaward dusk

a woman
hair spun black
as midnight

a man
as lost youth

by a river
hearts full
of their own
deep mystery

a dirt road winds itself
slowly uphill

a dovecote a ruined mill
the river’s mouth
its crumbled jetty
granite cliffs gullies
swollen water

one kiss on cold crimson lips
black ruin on the horizon

stone-cracked corridors
a spiral stair

sea stacks and seabirds
crying on the wind
wild terrible waves

step by step up winding stones
a window open to darkness
clouds across dying daylight
Venus falling

love’s fierce dream
the apex of desire
mouths and veins
skin and sinew touching

a whisper a pulse
a river of tears flooding
a fist clenched for passion

nothing will harm you
nothing can kill you now
nor ever again

he felt her absence
his arms full of shadow
© BH, 2018

Written as a poem submission on a Gothic theme. Now much revised. Hopefully chiseled to an essence.

The source was Slains Castle and I had considered 'slains' as the title but I couldn't get it to work. Instead, I opted for 'almost gothic' from the Steely Dan song of that name.

I had to wait and see if this one won any prizes…

…but it didn't. So, eight months later I've released it into the wild. Fly, my beauty, fly!

Wednesday, 17 July 2019


white as cumulus,
people the clouds;
expressions drift
with the weather;
a dark nimbus
shadows their eyes.


plantation woods
bracken banks and
rising into

Sunday, 14 July 2019

in search of…

someone went in search of
in the lines of a book
   between cracks in creation