Author Archives: montecyril

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 “

Can yesterday’s fresco your today charm?  when life’s accidents happen without an alarm  Sorrow swallows an islet like the sea  A sandbar is only tame to destiny  Yes, even air can break a rock  And rust shambles a secure lock  Yet even the invalid can dare to walk  when grief is moored in resilience’s dock  Continue reading “Composure in a dear one’s loss: A poem “

If Solomon the wise were alive today,  would injustice be the price to pay?  Our temples to progress would be built  not of treachery, at least of remorse or guilt  The ruins of honour where deceit carved victory  The archaeologist’s city forgotten in history  Bedfellows are not strange: crime and impunity  Wrongdoings don’t even comeContinue reading “Hypocrisy: A poem “

Do you walk in your sleep?  Do you laugh like you weep?  Are you crestfallen from lack of hope?  Do you drop down a well like a rope?  Like a dodo, have you ceased to be?  Edged out by the guns of destiny  A tired war and mutilated bones  describes the character of your home Continue reading “To the silent one: A poem “