Leviathan

Day 5 of my review, and a poem about the fragility of life and the power of nature.

Made of sticks and stones

photo credit: Direct_Relief Japan Earthquake and Tsunami 2011 via photopin (license) photo credit: Direct_Relief Japan Earthquake and Tsunami 2011 via photopin(license)

Tumbling down the mountainside.
Rock sliding, somersaulting over tree.
Rules of nature overturned,
Only gravity matters.
The cavalcade becomes a riot
Screeching birds take flight
And scuttling refugees flee
From out of the undergrowth for their lives.
This tremor, no more than a shiver of the earth
Becomes amplified. As it journeys
Out from its epicentre across the valleys,
Through the mountain like a juggernaut
And rock unmoved for ages is parted,
Cracks appear, as it rumbles on into the realm of man.
History, reduced to rubble.
Metal twists, like a twig.
No adversary fit to face
This ancient behemoth.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Wyvern (or All I Want For Christmas)

Day 4 of the review, and a reminder to start those Xmas preparations …

Made of sticks and stones

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I want a wyvern for Christmas.
I want a dragon of my own.
I want a wyvern for Christmas,
Oh why can’t I take a wyvern home?

Why won’t you buy a wyvern for me?
All my friends are getting one for Yule,
Easy to keep, no trouble it be –
Ohhh; don’t let me be a wyvernless fool.

I want a wyvern this Christmas.
It can live in the spare room.
I want a wyvern for Christmas –
A dragon-pal! Not a portent of doom.

I want a wyvern for Christmas.
I want a dragon of my own.
I want a wyvern for Christmas,
Oh why can’t I take a wyvern home?
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

 

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Frozen in Fury

photo credit: Paladin27 Winter Watch via photopin (license)

photo credit: Paladin27 Winter Watch via photopin (license)

January is cold; barren season
That life has left a hollow shell.
Only decay can keep a death beat
Where once hearts in rhythm called ‘All’s well!’
Now chaos grows in frozen darkness
Ice warriors of this living hell.
 
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Leviathan

 

photo credit: Direct_Relief Japan Earthquake and Tsunami 2011 via photopin (license)

photo credit: Direct_Relief Japan Earthquake and Tsunami 2011 via photopin (license)

Tumbling down the mountainside.
Rock sliding, somersaulting over tree.
Rules of nature overturned,
Only gravity matters.
The cavalcade becomes a riot
Screeching birds take flight
And scuttling refugees flee
From out of the undergrowth for their lives.
This tremor, no more than a shiver of the earth
Becomes amplified. As it journeys
Out from its epicentre across the valleys,
Through the mountain like a juggernaut
And rock unmoved for ages is parted,
Cracks appear, as it rumbles on into the realm of man.
History, reduced to rubble.
Metal twists, like a twig.
No adversary fit to face
This ancient behemoth.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Hush

Day 24 of my review and a poem about nature and the power of silence…

Made of sticks and stones

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Susurrus,
Wind kisses upon the water.

The breeze stirs the leaves of the willow,
Moving like the fingertips of a dancer would.
Elegant branches,
Limbs of an acrobat, sway
Dipping low agitating the mirror calm
Of the tranquil pool.

Elemental water and sylvan spirit of living wood
Allowed to commune,
Within this companion silence.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

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Hush

Susurrus,
Wind kisses upon the water.

The breeze stirs the leaves of the willow,
Moving like the fingertips of a dancer would.
Elegant branches,
Limbs of an acrobat, sway
Dipping low agitating the mirror calm
Of the tranquil pool.

Elemental water and sylvan spirit of living wood
Allowed to commune,
Within this companion silence.
 
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Equinox

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photo credit: Hey Tomorrow via photopin (license)

The games begin;
The dance;
The power-play;
The to-and-fro,
Rough and tumble.
The sap starts to build
As life flows back,
Plants bud;
Creatures wake;
And birds display,
Announcing in song
To let all know
That spring has come again.

© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.

Wild Horses

Higher than man.
The untamed stampede, running wild.
White waves, foaming, crashing down.

Beasts of fury, and power,
Gods of thundering hooves.
Wild waters, tumult, changes all.

© 2015 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.