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 COLD EMBRACE

Falling into the dark icy deep, engulfed in the bosom of a cold crushing sleep. Wrapped up so tight within a trembling embrace, a chilling kiss on your startled face. The light from above fades slowly from view as the writhing waters welcome you… to their icy womb; such a desolate tomb. And as colour…

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…

THE BALLAD OF THE SINGING STORK

A special delivery is often made, of a loving couple’s sweet young babe. Wrapped in a blanket and dangling out there at the end of the bill of a stork, in the air. Sleeping and happy the babies, they ride through the summer skies as the storks gently glide. Gracefully flapping their powerful wings, not…

BROKEN BOUGHS

Swaying aloft on a warm summer breeze The life-giving forests of wise, ancient trees… Lush green leaves of a forest, green, its purest form, now so seldom seen. Majestically reaching so high in the hills, no roots of malice; no hate or ill-will. To wistfully walk among bramble and bush; through wind-swept grasses, so gentle…

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…

THE BALLAD OF BOB THE BUN

Our friend Bob the Bun, just loved to have fun and exciting adventures galore, he’d laugh all day and jump and play and roll around on the floor. Its a very rare sight to see a bun take flight but one day he went flying so high, he held onto a kite by the tail,…

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 BALLAD OF THE SKATEBOARDING ANT

If you’ve ever seen an ant go whizzing by faster than his friends and with goggles on his eye’s, then without a doubt, skidding through the plants, you’ve met my friend Albert, The skate-boarding ant. From the day he was born he was rushing around hither and thither, like a spring unwound. His mum would…

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…

THE CLEANSING TIDE

The child in his arms, such a precious gift, her sweet little smile would make his heart lift. Born into a love that none could compare, baby blue eyes framed with curly blonde hair. Conceived and born on such love filled days, from the moment he held her he was blown away. His heart did…

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….