Biography
I'm a poet and Fiction Writer, I write songs and perform them for a select audience. Drawing and painting is also something I have always loved to do. My work reflects the qualities of magic realism, and the writing process is something I find very healing. I hope to pass on that feeling to others in my work.
A fertile Voice
A fertile Voice What to make of this vast, flat land Drained of features, windswept, waiting. At dawn pre-autumn mists whisper, Rising from fields as songs once heard, From a land with a forgotten voice. Standing by newly formed straw henges, A golden carpet marches to meet Silent black soil, touching the endless sky. A view that sprawls for miles without rest, Flattened by the Dutch, abandoned by eels, That silenced, slithered back to source. A fertile stage which birthed a warrior queen, Her bloody reign reduced to folklore half remembered, Half followed as natural law, by webbed feet. As we stand in the wake of noble resistance, Tigers growl from distant cloudscapes, Heightened by the call of Kites and Buzzards. The voice of the fen echoes in retold stories, Remembered when sunset lights burial fires Dancing skyward; winged will-o-the-wisps. Mourning lost voices, the sky speaks loud, Building stature in fantasy landscapes, painted in Cirrus blue, azure, indigo, in infinite air. This recumbent land yields a fertile voice A choir, calling from every swish of reed, A natural orchestra filling the heavenly music hall. What to make of this vast, flat land Of ancestral whispers, waiting to be heard.
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