Woken in a dream, still dreaming.
The storyteller stands in the hidden doorway,
slowly turning he leads and descends,
to where canals on fire flow slick with oil.
Metal muzzles twist,
grotesque against a dead dog sky.
Muddied barrels frayed by blast,
opened in full bloom.
Disembodied heads, still veiled,
their black holed mouths un-screaming.
Monday 17th October 2016 2:35 pm
A hamlet carved by nature
hidden in gullied glory,
red banked earth walls climb high,
veined with living root.
Protective Oaks shade secret places,
down here the land reigns, unchanged.
Hidden gardens overgrow
life cycles listen to seasons.
Half a mile above,
travellers taking champagne breakfasts
three minutes out of Heathrow,
imagine the broken land th...
Wednesday 12th October 2016 6:00 am
Speak to me like you speak,
in tongues, or in plain old English
dusted with a view of sparkly seas
or oceans, as you say, my owl.
My crow, my dove, my dolphin
plunging among the waves that roughen,
among the sands that graze and toughen
your skin and hair but soul untouched.
Tell me of the call you heard
from a distance, from the depths
of blue or green or blackened water,
the rover, ...
Thursday 22nd September 2016 3:26 pm
In Roquebrune’s majestic light
inland away from sea
we took our rest from flight
and fell closer
you and me
With mornings silent waking
our union came as one
our hearts no longer aching
the knot of want un-done
And in that golden sunrise
we buried searchings pain
to view the world through new eyes
never glancing back again
Friday 15th July 2016 8:03 am
There is one place of total privacy
To which you can escape and hide away
Your imagination. Avoiding piracy
Your fears, for a while; you can alay
Saturday 11th April 2015 6:23 am
Yet again he finds himself feeling six feet under,
covered by life bearing soil
The life in which he ponders how he missed.
His sorrow and self loathing are lifted away
Into the clouds
This is where they remain
For a time that seems ever too short.
Hoping to never return
To his sad reality.
He can't escape.
Sunday 29th March 2015 12:09 am
They came back
But the fantasy was gone
They were alive only at night
Frightened of daylight
Moon captured them as the stars
If you saw the stars tonight
They were my dreams once
Now all I have is ashes
Not from smoked cigarettes or burned houses
But from my bones
What became broken
While my heart was trying to escape.
Friday 20th February 2015 9:49 pm
Everyday for her is always the same.
All the struggles, all the pain,
all the hurtful words, and all the pressure
to be someone, and to be something.
And each day she wakes
to feel the hurt again, as it never changes.
And each day she breathes to longer her stay
no matter how much she wants to leave.
And each day she eats to feel whole and to not feel empty
like the way she feels about he...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 2:58 am
quietly, quietly sat a lie
palms staked to the fierce eye
as, first, flesh mottles
closer still to see without
one apiece of each
seized mortal engine
dripped of framed wax
placed in a filleted whole
for a hungry earth
this is all I wish today
let each word die in a dusty throat
a melt th...
Tuesday 7th May 2013 11:56 pm
calligraphy by: Kel C Ann Johnston
"It is forgetfulness that makes life possible.” Romare Bearden
We escape dogma
Founding father visions
And plantations that hold stories
Made from brutal his-stories like
Wednesday 6th June 2012 12:11 am
I’ve been on an eight mile hike with my mate, getting out of town.
Up roads, to the Waterworks to give a witch my Amelia Earhart spell.
Venturing through farmer’s fields, over dry stone walls and under barbed wire fences. ...
Thursday 22nd September 2011 11:39 pm
May's ESCAPE competition received 27 entries. Remarkably, 15 of these received votes. It was astonishing to me how varied people's preferences are. It's an encouragement to all of us – there is almost certainly someone out there who likes our poetry, even if others don't. We're all different.
Taking both first and second choices into account, four poems had the equal highest num...
Monday 6th June 2011 12:29 am
There is just over one more day to vote for Escape poems - the details are at
The response has been surprisingly slow, particularly from those who've entered. Some people have hinted that reading 26 poems is a bit much. In that sense the competition may be a victim of its own success.
Be that as it may, voting closes...
Saturday 4th June 2011 9:07 pm
Thank you everyone for your entries in the ESCAPE competition which ran during May. They encompass an extraordinary breadth of experience, from pleasure and beauty to sadness and suffering. To read them has been a privilege, albeit sometimes a painful one. The way we turn life into words never ceases to amaze me.
This is an invitation to vote in the competition. The poems are as liste...
Wednesday 1st June 2011 12:15 am
Spitting it out in the hope of releasing
unlocking the cage stifling my growth
burning it all selfishly brightly
and the feeling is back again
pounding my head again
to just let go
Spewing it out with the aim of escaping
fleeing this habitual and too perfect a world
shedding the handcuffs worn in contentment
and the aching is back again
haunting my thoughts again
to just get out
Dreaming it up in the hope ...
Friday 27th May 2011 9:57 pm
while you sleep in my arms,
I try to avoid
looking at the dawn
been struck from the skies
like candles blown out
one by one.
I try to avoid
looking at the dawn
while you sleep in my arms,
and the breeze
dances across the other side
of your spluttered curtains.
But every morning
I lie hidden beneath your hair
on the edge of ou...
Thursday 26th May 2011 10:30 pm
Don’t escape from the truth!
Escape the lies!
A truth can be bitter,
A lie can be sweet.
Do you think sweet lies are better?
I sometimes accept the one who pretends.
But…I always appreciate the one
Who intends to be sincere.
That one for me is so dear.
Escape a betrayal!
That one can be even a royal.
Escape the dirt!
For me i...
Wednesday 25th May 2011 10:01 am
I will escape from the one I dislike.
My psych doesn’t need a strike.
I will better take a bike
And will go for a ride
Somewhere out of your site
To see the world wide noontide.
I don’t want to confide the one who lied.
Meeting with you was a misguide.
I will not allow you to deride my pride.
I will decide myself how to reside.
And I will not backsl...
Tuesday 24th May 2011 11:39 am
You are running ahead
Instead of thinking where.
Your heart is beating at a crazy speed,
It has it’s own flair.
You are swallowing salty drops of tears,
You do not hear the jeers,
You do not feel the rain
But only the unfair pain.
Hurts tear your soul apart.
Who cares about your broken heart?
You want to scream, even to roar,
You can’t stand t...
Wednesday 18th May 2011 5:28 pm
I’m floating on the turquoise sea,
I’m holidaying in Greece.
I’m clambering onto a speedboat
And heading off to Nice.
I’m shown round an ocean liner,
And settling by the pool.
Someone at the bar plays guitar.
I can sing in tune! How cool!
Okay, so this must be a dream,
But I shall not wake up.
I’ll drink Tia Maria and Baileys
In a Pooh Bear cup...
Sunday 15th May 2011 12:25 pm
Windows that never wore glass
let the cold in more than ever.
Outside, the dried-up moat
offers no protection,
vulnerable, we suffer.
Cracked between the bricks
and crumbling fast,
these castle walls are falling.
Exposed, we shrivel,
shrink back against the cold, hard floor,
self-afflicted and pitiful,
resigned to ruin and shame.
Surrounded by walls that stand no more.
Saturday 14th May 2011 3:06 pm
consider my confusion
I cannot conceive the caption ‘escape’
as a coldly critical concept
I am quite incapable of articulating
the conundrum of ‘escaping’
which must concur conclusively
with a ‘from what’ and a ‘to what’ question
correct me if I quibble
can I qualify curious contentment
at my conscious core
or am I in a vacuum
Friday 13th May 2011 8:12 pm
She is a sweet doll, three tiers high,
a nipped in, ivory dumbbell.
Her nails, bitten down, flash in the crook
of his arm.
She looks duped, evangelical;
her face catching the icing underfoot
There is communion.
She steps forward, pressing her hand into mine,
our fingerprints, lost in glass -
uniforms, shapes of dust,
Tuesday 10th May 2011 2:26 pm
I will escape from the built-up city
To the countryside,
Where all around are so pretty
And the fields are green and wide.
I will escape from the traffics and smog
To the nature’s lyrics and a croaking frog.
I will escape from concrete and power lines
To the breathtaking lights and signs,
To the place where field bells ring
And free birds merrily sing...
Monday 9th May 2011 4:05 pm
Once I followed a prophet
Step by step
He walked a little ahead.
Until I passed through a doorway
That was framed only for me,
no longer did I follow a prophet
he walked a little ahead
and I let him go.
Sunday 8th May 2011 9:15 pm
Through a mist of whirlpools, she surfaced.
No understanding would come.
In such unfamiliar surroundings,
From equipment nearby, a slight hum.
No recollection of occurrences,
Why she was in a hospital bed,
Who the man was that called her “hun”,
Just a jumble of nothing in her head.
Told that she had been in a coma,
An accident, some kind of a scrape,
Sunday 8th May 2011 7:47 pm
it’s that time of the month again
- no, not that one,
the one where I wake up sweating
convinced that I’m turning into
an ugly fat middle-aged balding bastard
then I wake up for real
and it’s all true
still, coulda been worse
I could’ve been turning into a poet.
Saturday 7th May 2011 11:34 pm
Take my hand and together let's fly free.
Yield to the pull of the far off mountains
and to the salty smell of the cold sea.
Man made walls can't contain you and me,
this fake enclosure of faint fragile lines;
if I exhale the bricks will quiver and concede,
as you too can choose to freely surrender
and accept a filigree of pale shells as a gift,
give your consent...
Saturday 7th May 2011 4:22 pm
Craven, i kneel at your feet,
crystal eyes implore you,
pathetic and needy.
Frigid disdain matches my gaze,
self disgust turns my eye to the ground
as you sneer with approval at my shame.
Satisfied with my agony and excited by control,
Puppet-master wins again.
Saturday 7th May 2011 2:59 am
squeeeeeeezing my way
down this slimy tube no
doubt about it it needs
no lube happening so
fast voices I hear two
of them I’ve heard
before the rest I
do not know I
the way to
and what a change I feel
so cold it is and dryer than
Friday 6th May 2011 6:08 pm
wander into mary's garden,
stroll amongst the weeds,
catch a rug to old morroco,
high above the trees
sink into the deepest ocean
lie among the wrecks,
let the stone-fish teach you how
to let your self forget.
drift along a tendril green
into a river jade,
wash away the fears you have and
past mistakes you made
sledge down slopes of ignorance
and land into the bliss
Thursday 5th May 2011 11:13 pm
Our love is in the past,
so let me slip off to an Opera in Venice
without finding your face in the crowd.
Or walk down Saint Adams St. in the rain
and not smell your lilac perfume.
No mirror is safe for my hollow eyes.
they just serve to remind me that
tears from the heart stain pale cheeks
as surely as red wine stained your dress
at our wedding.
Let this be th...
Thursday 5th May 2011 7:54 pm
We’re all caught in a rat run
there is no escape
just the hint and the promise
enough to keep us turning the wheel
and turning the wheel
looking for the way out
for the key to the door
chasing the big white rabbit
down the big black hole
Oh somebody make me big
Oh somebody make me small
or cry me a river and drown us all
We’re all caught in ...
Thursday 5th May 2011 2:51 pm
First blogged this 26th April, but it should probably sit in this month's blogs as well as a reminder.
Many of us enjoyed the competitions which ran for a few months towards the end of last year. There may be some interest in trying again, so here goes.
The theme is ESCAPE. The poem, or poems, have to have something, however tenuous, t...
Monday 2nd May 2011 8:18 pm
This morning Samantha is building a bonfire
Down on the waste ground in rubbish and weeds
Ferrying armloads of boxes and bin-bags
Burning a life that she no longer needs.
Out of the cardboard seep velvets and spangles,
Hairpieces, handcuffs, impractical shoes,
Skimpy silk underwear, ropes and brass bangles -
The tools of a trade that she’ll no longer use.
Crimson red li...
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