A DARK PLACE

  The old clock sets the rhythm of a heart in pain. A body racked with with aching frustration, and the realisation that life will never be the same. Written by Darren Scanlon, 12th April 2015. ©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

A CHILDS EYE

Imagine a world of love and laughter, fun filled days and freedom till after the tea time call or the playtime bell, get back into line or you’ll catch some hell. Imagine a world of wonder and jest, questions and answers; adventurous quest. When time was your own and life was a whim, to run…

A BUTTERFLY’S DREAM

And so to bed, though once it was said that life is just an illusion. Well if that is so, then why, long ago, was my life such a whirl of confusion? A nightmare, a dream or so it would seem, could be life long ago on an endless stream. We are trapped in a…

PORTENTOUS PROGNOSIS

If Mother Nature could speak… I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies, the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh. I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees, branches of life filled with wonders to be. I am sands and seas; a warm summer breeze blowing soft, whispered tunes…

DARK PANACEA

A crowded room is such a lonely place, wear a fragile mask upon a weary face. Everybody’s here but there’s nobody there and there’s nothing to do except sit and stare. The distant sounds of joy and laughter drifting like echoes in dusty rafters. As you slowly subside, sinking way down low and you’re silently…

OH, MOTHER

Deep in the shrouding mists of time I search for your smiling face. Mother, tell me, where have you gone and why did you leave no trace? Who will now hold my trembling hand in the dark of the dawning night; the thunder; the rumble of terror on high and the flash of unholy light?…

BLINK

A family gathering, a party so bright, revellers dancing well into the night. Everyone filled with joyful mirth, role models all; the salt of the earth. Lost in their laughter with a roof to raise, failing to see the mans cold vacant gaze. Music and singing, they don’t see their guest as his face gives…

THE FEATHER ON THE TRIGGER

It’s just a way of life said the man with the gun, you win it or you lose it and when all is said and done. But the odds and the favour can be tipped from over here by a warm winning smile from a boy with no fear. They say that respect is a…

THE BALLAD OF ZOLA THE ZEBRA

Zola the Zebra lived far, far away and always had so much fun, with lots of friends they laughed and played and sang beneath the hot sun. At first, her friends were a little confused and thought her a curious sight, for unlike her friends with their wonderful stripes, Zola was born purest white. She…

THREE WISE MONKEYS

If you close your eyes to the world outside, will the fighting suddenly cease? Will brother and sister hold hands together and build a new life of peace? Does a person, born blind, not hear the teeth grind as disaster, from greed, is grown? That because he can’t see, thinks we are all living free…

TIMES BROKEN ARROW

The world keeps rocking to the sound of the void, a pirouette through time that we simply can’t avoid. But what have you done today? Did the fool on his errand pass you silently by? Did you have much to say, as his time, like the clock, seemed to fly? And the world is careering…

THE UNINVITED GUEST

Oh deep, dark depression, my uninvited guest, the persistence of oppression is precluding my life’s zest. The dark before sunrise of a dawn that just won’t break, suppressed by a thirst for my soul that only sorrow can now slake. The wisps that you are weaving are clouding my damp eyes, a cold and cloying…

UNITED DEFIANCE

To come crashing through the gates of hell, look the demon in the eye and casually yell! Total defiance in every breath as you stare down into the dungeons of death. Never before have you shaken my goals or been allowed entrance to the heart my soul. Your presence presents me an unwanted gift, one…

WAITING

Life alone is a desolate reign, feel no remorse, no fear, no pain. Dark lonely days and endless nights with no chance of living, or more pointless fights. “My reasons, pure and simple. A growing need with mouths to feed; to reap the seeds I’d sown and a place to call my own” Like a…

WHAT IF…

If day’s had been much brighter and the west wind far less biting, with paths sufficiently straighter and avoiding fruitless fighting. If clearer thoughts pervaded with our goals so set in stone, if the tyrants and dictators would just leave us all alone. If the drugs that you are feeding us, weren’t always quite so…

WHY..?

I see a future of war and evil intent, poverty, famine and dark discontent. A world descended into desolate gloom, all joy and laughter ushered out of the room. I see helpless children in war-torn streets, tattered; just rags, standing cold in bare feet. Shattered, bedraggled a fearful frieze, like leaves of loss blown about…

MADNESS?

Is it madness to want to speak to and smile at the people we meet on the streets, as we pass each other, our eyes to the ground, complaining on tired achy feet.   Is it madness for our children to play outside in the knowledge they won’t come to harm, that a stranger isn’t…

ONE LAST SHOT

The whiskey stains upon the bar tell scores of many sad tales, of love, loss and tragic lives; and drink to drown out the wails. Another dejected, washed out soul seeks solace within the shot glass, to wash away the mournful memory of another heart-broken pass. Another wheeler-dealer, another gambling god, another weary player bet…

COLD RAIN

A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave. Away off in the distance, dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing tattered old papers away. With tired forgotten faces and the news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter on down silent streets. The chill night air is biting as he pulls…

FEAR OF THE DARK

There’s a pain in your heart that you feared from the start, was a scream from a long tortured life. A scar upon your soul frames an old gaping hole, where you prayed you had buried the knife. And the stains on your cheeks meant to make you feel meek; so mildly dejected and down….

THE SPOILS OF WAR. (Read by Alan S Johnson)

And the troops go marching proudly by as she wipes a tear from her weary eyes, the one that she seeks, she will never again hold for he died at his post; he was thirty years old.   The colours fly high on a cool autumn breeze as man and boy march with well practiced…