Author Archives: montecyril

Tell me I am dead as a fallen leaf… Tell me that the weather will dry me out, crack me up into brittle shredded paper, and the chaff will become me, like silt ready to be drowned out in the flow. Tell me I am dust shaken up by the grumpy widow’s tirade against theContinue reading “Tell me I am dead!: A poem”

(on the 40th anniversary of the Phantom of the Opera!) When there was darkness, me the phantom, the knight turned on the lights with all my might! And all the heavy shadows became featherweights at the doors! There was a rose on the lips that kissed me And the sun arose too, with thee! WhatContinue reading “What is it I ask of you? That’s all I ask of you…: A poem”

Yes, the descent into the caverns of candour when faced with the starkness of love and truth; I am here still with my mask and with all the candles blazing! Hear my voice through the music, stealthily it falls on everyone’s lips, even of the fools who seek to manipulate it! I am no floatingContinue reading “The Phantom of the Opera is here!: A poem”

There is a mist swirling around me, so I cannot see… And yet this opacity is a mere truncheon to deceit; for, a lie is the mightiest weapon against a liar, if you please. I have temporised it all through time, like a lost army, recuperating against a would be deafening fusillade. I see myContinue reading “There is no brevity about bravery!: A poem”

I see the leaves in my teacup blow the gusts of providence in my face Little birds that sing a vindication-tune, telling me no matter the rune! I turn off the lights, and then turn them on way past midnight, where have the hours gone? My flesh doesn’t shrivel up with fear I feel likeContinue reading “Do I see a sign?: A poem”