Tungsten sky sits heavy across heaven
Impassable barrier dividing life and Life
Crushing the air from tired lungs
Faking dusk
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Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Over the clover fields and far away
Beyond the rolling hills
Where unsettled horizons pulse and stir
And a roiling ocean caresses the sky
Blowing kisses, day and night
White lips pursed to darkening blue
Always touching, just
Sea spray and stars, they meet in love
Aside a jilted moon
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Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
A look,
a raising of the eyes,
lashes batted,
half a smile,
the wiping of a lock,
the slightest cough,
flirtatious traits exaggerated
by an impudent desire
to remain single.
This is the girl in the corner.
This is the girl for me.
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Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Live wires dare to touch
To spark in cobalt blue
To start a fire and burn the world
To burn this observer, too
–
Live wires, they dance
They pulse and wiggle like worms
Multicoloured, though browning
Touching each other in turns
–
Live wires, we were, once
Not split and spitting
But a single conducting cable
From where I was sitting
–
Live wires drawn together
To kill the gloom
When truly the gloom was ours
In that little, sheltered room
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Only in sadness is happiness found.
Only in melancholy is there a shift to peace.
Only when the ravens bow is life acknowledge.
Only at midnight do we cease to die.
Why?
Only time will tell, and only if we listen.
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Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Fingers entwine like November branches,
The chill offering pleasurable release;
There’s no benefit to being overly warm.
We swish amongst the decadent leaves
Raining down in shades of gone:
Ah, the bliss of the festering mind.
A moment in the meadow is a lifetime on the sea;
Translucent waves like polished glass
Revealing only an inverse night.
The hole looms like a collapsed bed,
And I can’t wait to draw the obsidian sheets high.
A raven rattles a warning, or a joyful dirge,
Flapping wings to dispel the buzzing bats;
They’ve already consumed the flies.
She bends low like an avalanche
Destroying all I’ve ever known, been, seen.
I welcome it, her, this unmarked legacy,
One colder than my heart.
The impossible shades of an afterlife found
Embrace this shell and pop out a nutlike soul.
And though I wish to scream ‘come back’
She spins a maelstrom, shifting time and tide for me,
Only for me, always for me, as she ever has and ever will.
For though our cold, cold love is abhorrent to most,
The universe has just gained two more stars.
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Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
Lost in Worlds
Lost in worlds so far removed
From time, and tide, and thought
Above the clouds, beneath the sea
Floating in-between
Preferring views not seen but felt
For I am but a man
As sand, I’m filtering
Through the hourglass, now
For each and all to see
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Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
tired skies beckoning
the pale-faced insomniac
familiar blankets
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Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
—
Scissors cut these eyes
Sever all they’ve seen
Push harder, deeper, further
Slice away stem dreams
—
Delve new holes to Hades
Silver blades to black
Echoes born of memories
This cerebral attack
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Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
There’s less of me now
I dissipate daily
One emotion at a time
Falling from grace
Like a rock from a cliff
Shards of me crumbling
Just crumbling away
Less than a person
Worse than a ghost
Grey eyes dispersing a gloom
That permeates this soul
Freedom deserts me
I’m no longer myself
Walking the high wire
In concrete boots
Awaiting the plummet
Whilst watching birds fly
So far and so free
Wondering if angels do too
I’m less than I was
There’s less of me now
With never enough to save
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Richard
Richard M. Ankers
Author of the brand new steampunk extravaganza Britannia Unleashed.
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