Husk

Image courtesy Leandra Rieger on Unsplash.com
Image courtesy Leandra Rieger on Unsplash.com

this cavernous sprawl seeks fulfilment,

a splash of something in the gloom,

no reflection in a cardboard puddle

but something solid, something whole,


then the emptiness shall lick parched lips,

ponder on what it was, is, will become,

and this husk shall gasp an asphyxiation,

as if having swallowed the perfect dream.


Thank you for reading
Richard

Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Also Available:
The Eternals Series: The Eternals / Hunter Hunted / Into Eternity

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The Cellist

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The Cellist

There’s something about the cello that ruins the soul. It’s as if whoever first built one had fallen from grace, and in so doing, torn their heart from their chest and strung it from ear to toe. Before bleeding into the land, into history, into nothingness, they’d picked up a twig and begun to play. Death was not an option. Only a life of unending sorrow remained.


I recite this story to my secretary as I sit here and play. The notes rise and fall with her breaths. My fingers rest only when she blinks. I pour my everything into this most personal performance, not to impress, but to explain.


She smiles when I desperately wish her to weep.


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Richard

The Shallows of the Heart

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In the shallows of the heart swim armadas of doubts
Sails set proud against crimson storms, bows thrust forward

With no stars by which to navigate, no silver moons
No lighthouse lights to steer though uncertain ways

Here, where the ocean boils and maelstroms churn
Where sounds come in echoes, words dulled and undetailed

Only the strongest sailors find ways to return, to pursue
To retrace unfamiliar caverns and caves

To once again breach the clashing lips of indelicate speech
From which they first set sail

For ventricular voyages come easily to some, too easily
Whereas explorers are always pre-doomed

As uncertainties unravel and hesitation consumes
Whilst pursuing deeper words for Love

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Richard