Monday, 22 December 2014

An Invisible Flash In the Night (a silent prayer behind the Light)

Far from the maddening crowd the future stands smiling
And yet I shiver and crouch in these cold pressing shadows
Do I deserve any time in the sun?
Will the robin red breast come a-calling if I sing?

Far from the beckoning gestures my brother and sister give in word and deed
Calling me to be all I can be for everyone's sake - every life for itself the path is drawn
I stand here and as they keep striding on further and further ahead on that brick road
Will the road rise up to greet me if I start running towards them three?

Far from the silvery hairs gleaming on my father's jawline
I think of what I am meant to be if I am no longer his keeper
Apart from being the spare to the heir and the optimistic dancing bear
Will lady of the skies answer my longing stares at her morning face

The very idea of a universe without my father's face, faith and hope in it
Makes my brain shiver and shriek loud screams that cannot be heard by human ears
Who are you to ask me to think of a future without him, you Judas of my home?
Have you seen the paths we have trod on together, have you seen his faith in me?

No one else has that.

Far from the shrinking daylight the fading past throws me a bloodily frayed rope
A black hunting shadow sounds a throaty barking as it sends a final lasso calling
Do I deserve to escape its gallow-like bellows as they thrill me with shivers?
Will my feet answer with quicksilver speed and protect me from its unforgiven pull?

No else can do that.

Answer me o Angel of Salahin, Saul and Michael. And Gabriel, one hopes. 
I have tried to be all I can be within the boxes you set and the lines you draw
Must I try again and again despite secretly aiming for the centre of the earth?
Will thy wings lift me up into the heavenly winds or scatter me on the rocks?

Tell me.

Anne V (9 September 2014)
(Excerpts from The Cavern)

Thursday, 30 October 2014

Pumpkin Murder

I don't want to carve you
No I don't

I want to boil you
Roast you
Eat you

Fry you with herbs
Saute you
Not design art on you

I want to bludgeon you
With my cleaver
Nothing else really

No smiling face and beady eyes
No grinning teeth for you
Only my chomping jaws

Happy Halloween

Anne V  (backdated to the date I wrote this, the eve of All Hallow's Eve, 2014)

Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Haiku Hotness

Hope thunders
Diagonal lightning strikes
No more talk

Anne V (thoughts of Diwali)

Sunday, 12 October 2014

Fifteen Years the bell tolled my thoughts

I think of you in the sunlight
I think of you in the dark
I think of you with love
And my heart overflows

I think of you in my silence
I think of you when dad smiles
I think of you when the music plays
And my heart overflows

I think of you in the mist
I think of you in the winds
I think of you with grief
And my soul hums a requiem

I think of you in my happiness
I think of you through the pain
I think of you when it all gets too hard
And my soul lightly trembles

I think of you and the missing answers
I think of you and your dimples
I don't need to hear you say it
You loved me and my soul knows it.

Anne V (in memory of mum, RIP)

Wednesday, 1 October 2014

Brihadaranyaka Upanishad - on Immortality

Sorry I have been missing for a month and then some. I will visit you all in turn to see what's been happening with your blogs!

For the record, I have been writing every day but I haven't had the time to type up any poems from my journal. My father has been under the weather with a bad case of the flu, then bad pertussis from said flu, then bronchitis, and then we found that his flu meds were clashing with his heart meds.  He was in hospital for half a month and he is home now and finally recovering. A slow yet steady convalescence. 

Dad's illness made me consider our (im)mortality all over again, and if you'd like to ponder along silently with me, here is an excerpt from the Upanishad. I feel it has such poignant meaning, that whatever your faith or belief system, we are indeed stardust. 

On Immortality 

"From delusion lead me to truth,
From darkness lead me to light,
From death lead me to immortality."

- Brihadaranyaka Upanishad -

Wednesday, 9 July 2014

Another sort of terrorist (after 5.00am series)

She listened through the keyhole
and heard heartbreak
A thousand sniffles and tears
and then there were none
The keyhole became her entire universe
for awhile
Through it she could feel their pain
bloom and spread
While her blood thundered
and pounded in her head

Where could she go?
How would people know?
Maybe a fresh start
somewhere else
would do her some good
Maybe she should shake up
the local bar to get her more food
Or was that Shake down?
Her vocabulary was odd.
She felt dizzy.
Through the haze
She shook her head sorrowfully
She hung her head and thought
macabre thoughts of their deaths

Before she could think
Or feel any further
a sound came from the door
She knew in a split second
that this was too much
All the drama and hurting
Despite the three
she had so brazenly attacked
and killed without pause

When the door
shuddered open suddenly
and the whole household
Stared reproachfully
at her senseless murder
of three of their own

She had eaten
their entire month's store
of three large jars of Nutella

... ...

She needed more chocolate dammit.

... ... ...


-Anne V

Well this piece to me, felt suitable enough for  Poetry Jam's writing prompt: An Impossible Place I hope it fit the mood, and apologies for only adding the link belatedly!

Saturday, 5 July 2014

Within The Glass (A Requiem for the Night)

When the sun finally rises and kills tonight
Shining over me its bleeding fingers
I plan to smile broadly as I burn in sin

I hear the night voices sing to me their requiem
So I know I need to appear as normal as beeswax
And be sane with your love and longing for me

Make the fragile motions to reciprocate and love
Holding your heart gently in my hand as we dance
The knives gleam as we sit down to eat birthday cake

If it seems this pedestrian behaviour is odd to me
Throws me off fearsomely completely utterly blankly
I understand why I must be silent and bear witness

The humdrum is hated because hope is a mirage
Living this life wholly one-dimensionless within the glass
A gentle face shown to you and to the world at large

Keep the horrors bottled in heady perfumed mists
The cloudy truth that we live in a continuous dusk
That I walk in a perpetual midnight

With nowhere to lay my head to rest
In a hell not of my own making I carry on
The moon shines down on this heaving wraith

Through the cracked black skies of past lives
I see shadows of your shattered lips singing
The moon casts no glow on my dry eyelids

On the withered tatters of your tears for me
Of another scene flashing across us I raise my hands
The cracked midnight skies boom across

Swallow the light my heart skips a beat or ten
If ever there were any lamps shining across the divide
Immortality does not appear gently does she?

Relief would come soon if I stopped thinking
I feel my obstinate pulse shrink as it ticks over and over
Dizziness takes hold as I imagine the telescoping future

This is what ebbing life feels like to your immortal beloved
The shaggy black dog is back in town looking for us
His chocolate brown eyes begging for a treat

His fur silky and soft and a reminder again and again
That behind the insanity of death repeated a thousand times
Lies the hope that there will be peace when I am done

Who was that wise old man who said this is life
Pain and grief, they accumulate
As does joy?

-Anne V

Fits Poetry Jam's theme this week for Thirst. In this case a thirst for peace, hope and catharsis. 

Saturday, 24 May 2014

Chocolate in chains ( and then some)

I offer my dark chocolate heart to my butterscotch lover
A creamy chocolatey love-bringer o soul stirrer
For your naughty man muscles in the warm bedcovers

Hazelnut chocolate rains over your chest and we kiss
My chocolate in chains I whip out a request even a hiss
To your mischievous man fingers trying not to miss

You promised and swore we'd never ever be apart
You'd love my orangey lemony bumpy burnt heart
And hold it so carefully in chocolate stirrups

O chocolate love so dreamy so five o'clock shadowy
Can you see me struggling with my dark vinegary soul
Are you sure I will say yes must you be so bold?

Aeons ago we cracked into a thousand million shards
Dark chocolate squares vulcanized a desert of hearts
Scraped back together in hazelnut chocolatey haste 

Now will I bathe myself in darkly divine chocolate
And come to you in the deepening hours of the night
I'd rather eat chocolate than bump briny bits 

So why don't you lick these dusky hard chocolate nips

And taste the dark rummy super butterscotchy love
All over your preciously pouty peppery pineapple lips

Then..boom! The chains fall away in a soundless tune

I look up in a daze Nutella streaming from my eyes
Oh my, Phwoaar! Am I even crying chocolate tears?

You ate my hot mocha heart topping from below
Hazelnut heart terrorist was the love all just for show?
I tried to Parry, deflect...then Crunch! I was just lunch. 

Anne V

Writing Prompt - My Lindt and Nutella Obsessions  

Friday, 23 May 2014

Give me raindrops or give me death

A metallic smell expands and lifts into the air
Hefting punching blows of magnetic heat waves
Beating torrential blasts of almost gunpowder flare
Rushing up our backs burning skin and hair

Paper lips that haven't licked nor water kissed
Looking up at slate-grey skies hoping for a glimpse
Of any unfriendly flinty water we aren't choosy
Of any yellowy glint of dew we don't care

Even a brown muddy wetness or rusty slurry glue
But no, no, not even a drop of water shines in situ
Who poured hot concrete over our once green earth
Crushing over our bodies o did we lose a devil's dare?

Empty sky squashes out over dead cloud-space
And dry-eyed dehydrated flowers sink into sandy ash
Parched cemetery a desert offering of peeling blisters
No moisture no oasis to save us no hope to spare

All around the deadened wrath of the stratosphere
Squashing the skies beneath in never ending woe
Covered in a draft of cloudless rainbow-less fear
When will this egregious water purgatory end?

From the ends of the skies a thirsty bird chirps relief
Arid fumes of a grassy pulse struggles across the winds
Give us raindrops oh please now or give us death
Fragile burnt hope beckons we tiptoe across in silence

Anne V

The Rain - A Writing Prompt from: Poetry Jam

Thursday, 22 May 2014

It's Totally Criminal (An Ode to Green Tea)

I have sinned in green technicolor gelato and ice
A hyper-wash of phosphorescent green and gold
Splashed around red lips, brown tips and brunette curls
As the blue and brown blankets fall from the bed
Sensual opal green puddle curls around my feet
Minty ice cream melting on a hot afternoon in May
Racing me and dripping down one olive thigh
It sounds like sexy's back but it's totally criminal
Green tea ice-cream vindicated me and my mine
But it is still dearly proscribed, it isn't a vegetable
I have sinned in cloves and droves o diet blown
Such feathery kisses xx with marzipan leprechaun men
Bringing sweet nothings that turn to mint chocolate
Who promise me a love that becomes a mirage of gold

-Anne V

Midweek Motif - The Colour Green - A Writing Prompt from Poets United

Wednesday, 21 May 2014

Death to Flowers

Please don't kill innocent flowers for me
No death to flowers no petal annihilation
I will bring red wine and smelly cheese
We'll be tiptoeing with hesitant schlep

Ask me and I'll give you a rubenesque tap
As we dance by the firelight free-falling
Off your unopened cans of antifreeze
Rumbling engines and shiny chrome in our midst

Come in your stubbly skin and manly brut
See the glint in these cheeky chocolate eyes
As I ogle your javelin throwing muscles
And how they ripple with every move every twist 

Those spanner-wielding sweaty guns
Between the hardness and the warm yield
And then I realize I've been daydreaming
The moment you asked me what I needed

This isn't a Nicholas Sparks novel oh my
You lean in to fix the air conditioning
Spray icy water over overheating engines
I also think my radiator needs servicing

Won't you fix my car mr. manly cuteness
Car workshop eye candy on the weekend
WKD 5-4-3-2-1....eye contact
Well it is hot & sweaty at the workshop

Anne V

Tuesday, 20 May 2014

A Green Tea Benediction (ode to you, my sister)

I had no more spirit I had no more soul
I had no more me left inside to see

After a dull death-tipped decade of lore-crusted silence 
And fragile fish guts buried in hope dragged through mud
Veiny dull skies cracked out metallic acid rain
A despondent vinegar of hail and forked lightning
I saw your face and your hopes KIV-ed by her 
In green-eyed sneakily schadenfreude file-notes

In a moment of clarity well a fiery return to spirit
I fished you out for safekeeping and saving
Then oh my in a sea green caftan you appeared
All rabbity-nosed and chin dimples twinkling
Your lilting eyes grinned with laughter 
And hopes of cheese crumpets beckoning

A rocker guitarist glorious voiced angel 
O you spoke the truth with an unheard timbre so kind
Bringing forth calming cups of green mint tea steaming 
Hope and divinity in seven shades of hope billowing
Your wisdom your words saved me countless times 
From hellish dastardly winds green mile feelings

The trees watched shivered in suspense 
And danced away their brown bits to life reborn
And our soul winds rustled as the cow grass trembled 
With the dandelions that tickled our talking 
Your wise words and joy a rock-solid thing of beauty
Bringing seven shades of greenery a forever love

The greenery of life faith hope is here
O see the trees, o see they shower us with daily blessings 
My life has spirit my life has soul I am still me
And there is so much more left to see 

Anne V

Midweek Motif - The Colour Green - A Writing Prompt from Poets United

NB: I wrote this out in draft form in 14 lines, but blog formatting exploded it into something way longer. However the inspiration for this piece is from Poets United's midweek prompt, and so I acknowledge this here... :0)

Saturday, 17 May 2014

The skies, they shimmer don't they?

It is the squid-inky dark night, that I love
For your dimpled darling face glows at me
In the joyous starlight that flits, bounces
Angel wings flying, gossamer moon winds
Lifting up from the edge, all purple skies
The night washes the grimness away, oh
And proves to me yet again, my love
Smiling in bliss, o denizen of heaven
Dark tho' the skies, they shimmer stardust

Anne V

Sunday, 11 May 2014

A Chocolate Gun (Life and Death by Chocolate)

Give me a chocolate gun, a chocolate gun
Chocolate through the brain and then some
Hoping for life inside some light to ride
Lindt me hand me hold me deliver me
I stand on my own with nobody to please 
Chocolate life it dribbles out through a sieve

Bring me a chocolate gun, a chocolate gun
I will kiss it lick it nip it dearly it's my hun'
I will plan the order of my going, chief
It's not for you to dither if I try or if I live
If my body's fried I will know that it is time
If it's too hard to try then that is the crime

So yes, by my two hands alone, alone
Hard to decide to be, but do not decide for me
No worries yeah, after I have turned every stone
When it's time to go let me not try, let me live
Shoot me with a loaded chocolate gun
You know I will not scream

Pull the plug before it's in, why can't you?
Pull the plug before it's in, why don't you?
Google me do you see me do you feel me
I never did run so go, get me that gun
Nothing we did has been in vain, you see
But I will decide yes I will decide, for me

End me with a loaded dark chocolate gun
Melting bullets thru the brain n then some
Living, it has been an adventure just to be
And now, no deadly monsters can get me
Me and my chocolate gun, it's been done
We'll send you a postcard, it's been done

Anne V- Life and Death by Chocolate

Saturday, 10 May 2014

Mother's Day 2014

Mum. I see you always there
in the corner of my mind's eye.
Life-bringer. Star-gazer.
Wind-runner. Heaven's dancer.
I hear your angel wings swish.
Happy Mother's Day mum.

Anne V

Saturday, 12 April 2014

the other dimension of Atlantis

Hope floats out into the night o flying ship
Between the stars and the inky darkness
The sounds of Olympian waves approach
Icy flow and lightning fast undertow

Sea-dragons of water circle the globe
Their tails smacking into the earth
Hundreds of smiles hide their pearly gaze
They flew over the deep in search of hope

Flying time-ship that sank into the sea
Were your walls for awhile shimmering?
Did you see the search planes hovering
As you floated into the waters of Atlantis?

A graceful dolphin in another atmosphere
No crash no wreckage no death no fears
Alive in a shiny vortex light-years away
As piano keys sing it a smile hides tears

What can we say about hope and faith
Smile for it begins hearts turn to stardust
Life is fleeting and heaven's golden doors
Become the other dimension of Atlantis

Live life lightly hopefully dreamily
The silent end comes without warning
Float into the night on silvery angel wings
Pray for them eternity's heroes heroines all

May you live on as citizens of Poseidon
May you fly between the glowing starlight
And the shiny golden skies of heaven's race
Angels who voyage through time and space

(a tribute to the missing)

Anne V 

Thursday, 3 April 2014

the trees, they rise up

The world swings back and forth 
First it loves you then it hates you
But you do what you came to do 
And the trees will rise up to greet you

-Anne V

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

Firebombs for my Valentine

I never asked you for your love

You gave it to me blindly

Now how should my icy soul


-Anne V

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

you know what this is so don't ask me

My cauliflower loyalty

My cauliflower duty

It is lovely when raw

It keeps my senses clear

My cauliflower love

It stinks up your car

With cauliflower winds

-Anne V

Wednesday, 12 March 2014

In the silence and the solitude

In the silence and the solitude
A yearning distant bell tolls
The days like years they fly past
In a misty blur of clock-driven tomorrows 

We wake up each dawn to silence
When will this steadfast search for hope win?
Between the devil and the deep blue sea

We wonder where our fortunes lie
And ponder if death and Judgment awaits
What did the devil ever do right
Did he ever make this world a better place?

The deep blue sea roars its song to the skies
Airplanes float above soundlessly almost
The silence and the solitude achingly blows
Hope needs resilience to grow

Sometimes freedom is looking up and away
Blankets and dry land a hazy memory
Marooned on an ocean-locked steel island 
Far from the cacophony of radio and telemetry

Heirs to a living Atlantis
Silhouettes flowing in the sunlight
Red lips and shiny eyes
Dancing in the roaring winds

Anne V

Sunday, 2 March 2014

A Fleet of Bees

The winds buzz like a fleet of bees
The rain pours down in spirals
Saffron fingers stream across
Streaking the deserted footpaths
With slippery ribbons of danger

-Anne V

Friday, 7 February 2014

Grandma Sacilie Malley's 100 day memorial

Perfume of lemon flowers in the air
I feel your soul walk gently near 
Your love brought me joy once
A thousand happy smiles

-Anne V (5 November 2013)

Thursday, 16 January 2014

an olive branch submitted to the cosmos

An orange mist lifts up from the surface of the water
The wind blows with a thousand hands 
Four score years and then some lived in blackness
The ground is parched drier with each hot summer
Nothing drinks the water nothing lives in the hills

A red glow blows below the horizon 
The sun bounces its wild fingertips across the moon
Four score years and then some lived in silence
The cracks in the midnight sky bring up memories
Of battered piano keys and whispered stories 

A purple stain follows the easterly winds
The moon coughs its bedraggled rays at us all
Four score years and then some and then some
The riverbed dreams of hopeful currents 
And a bell-like tickle of living fins

A blue splash of sky leaps behind the clouds
The world tries and tries to play its song
Four score years and then someone murmurs
The ocean imagines that Poseidon dances again
Amid a swashbuckling school of flirty seahorses

A green flash of life tiptoes over the earth
An olive branch submitted to the cosmos
Four score years and then some
The earth stretches out for a return of its Love
Surrounded by rolling rainbows raining bliss

-Anne V


Dragonfly Love

Zig zag it flies I hear the wings whirr 
I look up and see a graceful dragonfly
Flying in through the open windows
Wings translucent blue shimmering
With flashing glints of diamond pink 
A purple crown on its regal black head 
Then a sawing buzz that falters shivers
It sees me and my 3D silent feelings 
The little dragon somehow knows I am kin
It buzzes against the closed sliding doors
Climbing up the light white curtains 
Looking for a place to land and sigh
Does the gauzy lace material remind it
Of days and dimples long past?

-Anne V

Sunday, 12 January 2014

A march of hopeful tomorrows

Flying through a screen of yesterdays
I crash land into a stone and brick wall
The stones move and the bricks break
My spirit melts them down to dust
And I am standing in front of blue skies
Open windows blowing winds sunlit rays
A March of hopeful tomorrows beckon
The cold melts and the levee fills with warmth 
My heart drinks up the bubbling waters
And I am skipping over the clouds renewed

Flying through a gauze of tomorrows
I hope for a bouncy landing to come
A velvet carpet of smiles and laughter
My soul learns to smile again
And I become the epitome of joy
Is this an alternate universe?
Death and disease unknown
The laws of physics mean nought
One where happiness floats
and hope is an eternal blissness of being

-Anne V

Friday, 3 January 2014

Synopsis Catharsis (Nonsense Rhyme #33)

I try daily to write happy poems
But what flows out of me is a medley
Of midnight thoughts macabre bits and bobs
Black is a shade that is hard to understand
It absorbs all light and gives nothing back in return
It has killed quite a few of my spider ferns
(I am Anne the Fern-killer)

10 haikus waiting for publication since 18 August 2013
Supposedly about happy things happy thoughts happy foods
What do the lovely artistic folks at NaHaiWriMo think?
That we can fart out happy thoughts on demand?
In measured metre and cycle? I tried with every bit of effort
To be all sunshiny cotton candy madness
(FFS it did not work I am Anne the poem-killer)

What pours out of my pen is squid-like india ink thoughts
Velvety chiffony gauze sometimes as purple as midnight
Usually as darkly black as the coffee rounds in my mooka pot
No sunlight pierces through the writing gets bluer than blue
Since you are here to visit again I guess you can deal with it
I swear I did try daily to write happy prose
But what flows out of me is black black black hypnosis
(Well it is awful it is melancholy but at least it is catharsis)

Anne V

Thursday, 2 January 2014

A Purgatory Outside

(draft from Storyboard 10 of The Cavern)

Standing on the fissures
Steel spun rope

He looks down slowly
Sees the red plasma
Whose Feet are those
All black and bleeding 
Standing on the edge
Of a razor blade judgment
From the end of days

When did this happen
How did we begin
Why this bloody bronco now?
Standing on the line
The wind blows down icily
The air a blast of reality
I try to cover my face

But how does one avoid
The winds of truth
Flung from the dying heavens?

I am reminded of a poster I found
In the olden unbroken days
Of the Internet years
It had a volery of birds
Sitting and chirping happily
On steely lengths of rejection
Shiny coiled barbed wire

Only here it appears that
I am the bird and the wire is rusty
And more barb and less wire
Than it could ever be

While limbo wraps fatally around us
With loving arms of acceptance
Knowing that death and silence
was what we wanted at the end

The wind says a Hail Mary
And blows its stones at us
We walk against the gale
We stop and wait for more
outside of me outside of you
And look down staring
At a waiting death in arms
at crystal shards of voices
At the musical remains
of hope and vocal chords
Wonderingly we ponder who stole
Our shoes and our spirit
Did we ever have any
in this world,is this a world?
Or was the warmth just a dream?

Thoughts of the Cavern abound
As we negotiate the hail
And the icy lava
Wondering if the gates
Would even still exist
When we called him for help

In the nick of time
Guard-space opens up
And we shift into it
With relief and gladness
Leaving the hopelessness
Of this hell behind
A purgatory outside

We will start our own fires
The warmth is wherever we go
Even if we die
We will survive

-Anne V

Wednesday, 1 January 2014

There and back again

Happy 2014!!

I am glad I started writing again in 2012. Since then I have written 203 poems and 2 short stories. I have posted a number of the drafts here online to share with everyone. Made a promise to myself not to throw anything out yet. Yet.

Wishing everyone who visits my little poetry page a prosperous and happy year ahead. May it be better than all the years past. Bless!

Friday, 13 December 2013

Walking the Line (a song of hope)

There is a fine thin line between life and death
And this line is filled with music and rhythm
This line this skinny life-line that holds me to this plane
There is syncopation there is harmony there is style
And it keeps me going through the dry hard days
When I wonder if I wandered across the fields correctly
Or if my decisions thus far have been riddled with errors
A hiccuping tempo rubato down to an interrupted cadence
and an odd shuddering rallentendo of the soul
There is a fine thin line between living and existing isn't it?
Alan Watts once said there is no greater duty than to live
And we have no other work really but to be alive

But what does this mean to live to breathe to be alive?
Is it enough to pass the hours day after day in human pursuits?
Making the front-end and the back-end of life trot in unison
Must I also fill my days with happy thoughts and hope?
Should I stand here and shout at the heavens for a sign
Must I knock on doors and plead soulfully to be heard
What is the reason for these challenges that come thick and fast
Am I paying for my mischief is there some family karma in a past life
Where we must pay tribute to the Fates in some cosmic hunger game?

I know not.

What I know is this, and only this, my dear love
There is a fine thin line between happiness and death
I walk it daily and this fine thin line keeps me alive
With song, with dub-steps, 16-beat music and double pentameter
The line glows orange and red and blue and pink
Always fluorescent now, it keeps me whole and alive
As long as the music I stand as its music chimes
But I know the line can turn wild if I don't respect its power
And so I keep playing the music that keeps it tame
I feel a wind blow down my spine and things go black
This black wind...sometimes it is warm and sometimes cold
I see through a telescoping lens of lines that don't intersect
A carnival mirror of shimmering lines upon lines upon lines
And I realize I am staring down the rest of my life (and yours)

The music plays on and verily, sometimes I run across
Sometimes I walk in abruptly staccato fashion
Sometimes I crawl lumberingly against the black winds
And sometimes I go hand over hand just to be sure of things
At once clown ninja and terminator samurai
Sometimes I am barely hanging on for dear life
And then the music judders and stops, a sudden break
And I know it is now or is up to me.

I have to re-start the music myself. Somehow.

What I know is I must get my eyes back on track
Load and lock on to the horizon ahead tighten the slack
But my soul that resides in my liver questions me
Is there a horizon or anything else left to see?
Is there anything ahead? Another tempo or three?
I stand looking through a telescope of imperfect cadences
And I wonder is this yesterday or am I peering into the future?
Balancing on this thin shining tightrope the music flutters on
Always on call as I wait to be summoned around
Your explainer of things
The interpreter of malapropisms and maladies
The inspector of hopes and heartbeats

I did not ask for this role but it is here
I did not want this role but it is clear
I never expected then that it would be this dear
I am honoured to be here on this tightrope
Standing fast between you and your demons
Pushing oblivion away by the skin of my teeth
Lining up stealthily I await our key to heaven's gate
As we battle nightly between the darkness and the light

There is a fine line between life and death
I do not fear it as long as it has rhythm, it has soul, it pulsates
I dance to its music every day even as it fades
My feet crack and bleed I stumble but I keep dancing
Your smile, your eyebrows, your scintillating commentary, your nose
Your loving heart and unconditional love they keep me going
On a wing and a prayer sent out a hundredfold
A thousand Amens and continuing

(C'est ma famille qui donne sens à ma vie...)

-Anne V

Sunday, 17 November 2013

The Blade That Flies

(draft from Storyboard 13 of The Cavern) 

The rain drips down the back of my neck
It drops in little pools all around us
Its cheerful music 
a mirage for the realities within 
I ignore the death-cold vacuum in your eyes
Put my hand through the liquid glass screen 
onto the fading warmth of your chest
Soon that too will leave me 
and you will really be gone
Your body a brief memory to the world
Your voice an everlasting echo in my head
While the earth embraces you in its belly
What do the space-time journalists gain 
by flashing us your blood splatter
A broken body sprawled
 across galactic gateways
You were so much more 
than evidence in a black bag
I twist and turn and shift
 back into guard-space
before the plasma data smugglers 
can find my location
My body crashes to the ground 
I've been shot 
the dying world blinks out
The rainwaters ripple 
like the waves of the sea
I realize I am lying there 
alone in the levee
with the Angel of Death 
looming over me
Protecting me 
from the ancient evil that walks
Preying devilishly 
The black roads 
between heaven and hell
Breaching all rules 
of the space-time continuum
And the most holy Book of Revelations
O celestial ground runner my hero 
He helps me to hide 
behind his dusky silken cloak
I await your shiny angel wings at the close
(and even your merciful Blade that flies 
through air, skin and oak)

-Anne V