Fall In Springtime

Falling through memories of my life as they pass my eyes
Gasping out my soul and loud my heart cries
Words that forecast my demise cannot not be taken back
Tell me friend, does Fall in Springtime frighten you?

The sun has come at last to play with shadows and light
That give texture to our days, no longer long the night
Darkness is beng chased away, see the darling buds of May
Tell me friend, does Fall in Springtime frighten you?

Look now around regard the blooms that herald life, not decay
Birds are nesting ready for life in the eggs they lay
Not no renewed life ahead for me this year
Tell me friend, does Fall in Springtime frighten you?

Embracing life won’t cease though strength is dimmed
Tending garden will be still my love, colours riot untrimmed
My soul weeps to know I might not see fruit born
Tell me friend, does Fall in Springtime frighten you?

Flowers that jostle for attention, blooms both bright and subtle
Will outlive my journey on this earth, travels I would glad redouble
Trees will grow and bear their fruit which may I live to taste
Tell me friend, does Fall in Springtime frighten you?

I will continue to shine as the sun, glow like the moon and stars
My smile will still embrace the world it will never stray afar
From my lips, though sadness may occasion my eyes to tears
Tell me friend, does Fall in Spintime frighten you?

Love will be my gift to those who walk my way wherever it leads
My heart will still hold close those I treasure and need
Still yearn for love’s secrets shared, the bond unsaid
Tell me friend, does Fall in Springtime frighten you


Book Review: Calamity Joe by Brendan Constantine

A compulsive read! Brendan Constantine’s wit and pain are evident in this, his latest book of poetry. His next, Dementia Darling, is out in the spring.
The book is written as a dream sequence, showing vivid imagination in describing his childhood memories. The book has ‘rooms’ in which poems address us, the readers or the past in metaphor. There are clever internal rhymes within lines and the world we live in is at times seemingly mocked yet remains true. The narrator is the fictitious Calamity Joe who works in a laboratory. Constantine has a  remarkable gift to surprise and captivate. Calamity Joe will not disappoint.

Chrissie Morris Brady



Falling Sky

Tattoo on your skin
Isn’t there enough pain the world
Children draw bombs
Falling from the sky
Sky has fallen down
Weapons we sell to psychopaths
Shake hands with the Queen
Human rights in lives
Of no consequence
Parents weep
I have cried
For the loss in my life
No anonymity
Visibly misunderstood
Inaudible screaming echo my rooms
So why tattoo
Unnecessary pain in life
Unless to distract
From emotional void
Children draw bombs
I have double piercings

The Statue

He take her hands in his
she is warm to his touch
and smiles though she has tears.
He leans forward and kisses her
tasting her mouth, salt on her
face. He is hot, she is is soft
as his tongue is aflame, his
stomach ablaze. Snow falls
as she steps back, smiling again.
There are flowers to gather and
snow flakes to catch, she mustn’t
miss her bus.
He stands as she withdraws her
fingers from his fire she turns
to go, he is rooted to the spot,
water running off him as she
catches snowflakes in her basket
and poppies in her hair. She sings
softly a lullaby to herself. He is
planted where he stands, watching
as her hair fills with crimson, her
basket with cool white. Slowly
she makes her way, as his blood
turns to stone in him and he
will never move again. She steps
aboard her bus, she gazes toward
the statue that she touched. It is time
to return to the asylum.
8 January 2016