Author Archives: montecyril

You ask me whether I’m happy or sad  I say I am both grieved and glad  A tad low at the troubles I mop  But proud that I bravely cop  There’s some vinegar and some wine  like a mix of flavours in my sip and dine  Anxiety is not my favourite line   I challenge theContinue reading “Drying petals in my book: A poem “

I can feel the city working on my nerves  A poetry, not poetry, inhabit my verse  A paranoia of a child over a broken favourite toy  The weakness of a lethal fever despoiling my joy  The city is a fanged serpent spiraling in the night  Seeking rats under streetlamps; and predatory kites  looping chains aroundContinue reading “Purple dawns, like nights: A poem “

These mortal instincts, blindsided by ideals  The eternal mind, rushing playing fields  And then the endless earth, gushing its histories  lapping the feet of ancient world mysteries  That are as old as God, who started with a word  set time’s lyric, as fleet as a bird  She knows this motion, this rhythm and rhyme  TheContinue reading “The girl with the grail: A poem “

Her eyes are ocean’s pearls  The envy of expectant girls  Her heart has the lyric of fire  The verdant earth is her desire  She bears, involuntarily, the pain of gills  An air of freedom is what she wills  The prince’s kiss be her bait  A miracle of fate can never be late  The labyrinth ofContinue reading “The mermaid’s wait, Part two: A poem “

Stinging sea anemones bark  even in the abysmal dark  Winter in the abalone park  But her heart nurses a spark  Rich purple in hope’s sky  Blank moon peppered with rye  Like a boat she floats  in her dream’s musical notes  Gives her the grace of a doe  A switch of being from head to toe Continue reading “The mermaid’s wait, Part one: A poem “

A fate that mocks deserves a smile valiantly back  Hope is the gunshot that burns the athlete’s track  Resilience is a foetus that never grows cold in the womb  A sapling is a prospect, well-prepared for any weather’s tune  There is reason why fruit is never always in season  A brave seafarer tides each stormContinue reading “Hope, and hope again: A poem “