All posts by Richard Ankers

Richard is a writer and author of The Eternals Series published by Creativia. A former Authonomy.com gold medalist, part of HarperCollins, Richard has had many short stories and poetry published and always feels extremely privileged each time. A prolific writer, a constant source of clearing his mind, Richard has created this website to share just some of the many poems and prose he has written that would otherwise have fallen by the wayside. Reading and writing have always been Richard's main love along with the pursuit of keeping fit. Running, walking, and anything that provides a spectacular view always feature highly for him. Running in the rain with his headphones on whilst dreaming up some future storyline is just about perfect. It would be nicer still if that run was in Switzerland or Norway, but we can't have everything. Oh, and coffee, lots and lots of coffee.

Unwaivering Knowledge

This is simply beautiful

Writings of a Mrs

To the depths of my soul

To all that makes me complete

From the top of my limits

To my grounded feet

To the unwaivering knowledge

Of the most certainty

A love that will span all of infinity

I will be yours

To explore

To the depths of my soul

Your love makes me whole

Complete

So deeply

So sweetly

So completely

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Fallen

Fallen

Artwork courtesy of © 2013 by J.C.S. All rights reserved. Words Richard Ankers

As the moonlight plays across her face,
Time pauses for me.
So pale; so delicate; so true.
I would have it no other way,
For in a dream there is no other way.
Is this a dream?
If so, such purity was not meant for me.
To see an angel fallen, dropped to the ground,
A profile of grace backlit by starlight.
I am undeserving, but forever grateful.
I hear the wings on her back unfurl, stretch, shake.
My breath catches at my lips
For I know her to leave.
But I cannot look from her divine beauty.
It would kill me to do so.
Instead, she turns her eyes upon me: I melt.
And she smiles.
I will never have a moment like this again.
A perfect dream.
A nod to me, and she lifts into the night.
My heart goes with her.
I watch until she is gone, risen into heaven.

How can I explain my emotions?
What word can tell how I feel?
Simply: fallen.

Down Below

I chanced upon a moonlit tree,

With silvered branches, leafless, free.

Mighty did its trunk arise

Up into heavens celestial skies.

And gaze was drawn up to its crown,

Where something shone, looking down.

And haloed by the Luna light

A royal bower, diamond bright.

Upon it sat a gleaming bird,

To who’s regal glare I deferred.

For not a Roc or Phoenix shone,

But a little Robin afraid of none.

His breast afire e’en in the night,

Twas he chose me to put things right.

So with a nod towards my King.

I now tell this to everything.

Ne’er judge a person by his size.

Instead, trust only in avian eyes.

For truth and honesty is all they know

And I don’t mind being down below.