Words of a Melting Candle

I woke from a heavy slumber upon being lit again. A mere stub now… That stature and pride of youth gone, but leaving behind like molten wax trickling down my wintry body, the illumination of wisdom that comes with time and a lifetime of service. Would you like to hear a dying light’s flickering words…

The Boatman Series (6) – The Boatman and the return of the Traveller

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters, the Boatman comes home in the midnight hour; upon entering senses the presence something sinister, as the faint smell of smoke suggests a late night visitor. Suddenly, he feels a hand upon his shoulder jumping in alarm as he lays eyes on the solitary smoker - though he…

The Boatman Series (5) – The Boatman and the Reminder

Starless winter night, the cold dark waters... the Boatman and the silent tales of the harbour... are mere dreams now, that will not cease to recur, even as he embarks on a new life away from the mire leaving behind a fretful ferryman, and a sorry sailor. How stories can change life, he reflects over…

Lost Child

nobody listens when you need to be heard the most from the blues to the utter darkness, couldn't care less, no if there is no room for life after catharsis why am I looking why am I even looking for my northern lights? Sad monotones from sad keys of monochrome sadder dreams of playing those…

The Boatman Series (4) – The Boatman and the Harbour

Starless winter night, the cold, dark waters - a boat floats mid river, away from the travellers. Waiting, clueless, at the misty harbour, the Boatman takes off his red-stained sweater. Aghast and afraid he pulls it closer, rendered doubtless and faint by his sniffer. At a distance a murmuring crowd draws together - the Boatman…