For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a castle in the clouds. A surreal image created by the clouds that surround it.
From the crowd below I am lifted
I drift towards the beautiful white castle
High on a cloud
Inside is full of colour
Stunning stained-glass windows
Not seen from outside
So many people dressed
in the finest silks I have ever seen
The long banquet table overflowing
With food and exotic fruits
My stomach rumbles at the rich aroma
Warm an unspoken welcome
I sit across from a beautiful woman
With dark smiling eyes
She speaks of much for me to discern
Did I die, in that muddy flat land at Glastonbury?
Have I reached Heaven?
Has my body been trampled, buried below?
Will I be missed?
I awake inside my tent covered in dry mud
Remembering nothing of last night’s concert
My only memory is of the white castle
The clouds, was it drug induced?
Could it have been real?
a glimpse of the afterlife?
I spent the rest of my life
believing the latter to be so…
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a rocky landscape, near the ocean. Overhead an old house with a few mechanical devices is floating in the sky on a small piece of land.
Could be I have set my sights too high
This old house aint worth moving
It’s mine, I love it
The land too, it holds memories
Strange to say, I have found a way
To mechanise my piece of land
I now travel the universe
Looking for a place to set down
Many of the seas and skies
Remind me of the old homestead
Like Gulliver, I long to find a space
To drop down, to call home
To make new memories
To add to my land
The sights I have seen
Seeds and plants I have gathered
I have taken away memories of people
Who have stood on my land
Their essence seeping through like rain
Will speak to me, keep me company
On dark nights
Until a space opens that I can fit into
And drop anchor…
I am not much of a globe trotter
More of a home bod
Plus, I never have the money
To travel any further than Cornwall
The place that stole my heart
I would love to walk
through that amazing tower
To stroll along the streets
I could almost feel as if
I had travelled back in time
To a magical harbour
To feel safe in that cosy street
To visit the tiny yellow house
I wonder, would they let me enter
The green tower above the clock
That ticks time away slow
Like a soft summer breeze
It looks to me that you could let
Children play on those streets
With no fear of danger
I will wait for another lifetime
To visit all the places that sit waiting
In my mind…
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a view of the setting sun over a body of water. In the foreground, you can see wooden steps leading into the water. Gray clouds are drifting in the sky.
The grey clouds don’t bother me I sit here most mornings Contemplating the day This time I wondered if I could Skip my favourite pebble To reach the horizon Would I watch it fall over the edge? Proving the world to be flat…
( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a closed wooden gate with the number 28.5 written on it with chalk. The gate is surrounded be thick green creepers)
The tiny lock on the gate holds no one out You have to take 28-5 through the gate Keep it in mind, a code! There are treasures inside the broken down mansion So the story goes Empty for forty years, I wonder why it was never sold Ghost stories have grown, blossomed Through the cracks in the gate, late at night Light can be seen inside the broken windows My cousin Vinny found a gold coin After falling through the rotten floor, snapping his ankle he was banned from going near the place again One of the towns youngsters went missing The mansion was blamed for his disappearance In the background, I can hear dad’s old till ringing up the days takings So, with torch in hand, I’m off to climb over the gate To find the treasure so dad can buy a new till. Wish me luck!
(For the visually challenged reader, the image shows Sphinx in the desert of Giza, Egypt)
The Sphinx, a lonely reminder of an age Long gone from the sands of Egypt. Secrets yet to be revealed. God, give me a way to look back, to watch the building, to hear the conversation, to know the truth. Buried for so long, it’s back to tease us. To stir the mind, to wonder at the many secrets Hidden beneath hot sand. Time will push them out…
( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a lighthouse situated on a small island. The sun is setting behind the lighthouse, coloring the sky in beautiful shades of orange and pink)
Small Island Pink sky blush Deep sapphire sea towering lighthouse Cold, lonely stories told Pale faces, flash of orange Echoed across time, light returned Laced memory of those before The light above revolves to save a life…
( For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a table set for two people. The location seems to be outdoors, in an alley)
They tell me the dark night of the soul is over. They are letting us out of our man-made caves. We can mingle six feet apart. Better than a poke in the eye with a wooden stick, some would say, I’m not so sure. The jury is still out. I drag my small table outside into my sunny yard. Laying placemats for two. I would later have lunch, my companion will be one recalled from my mind, an old friend that passed. much safer than mingling six feet apart.