Thursday, 25 July 2013


Another wave slips from the shoreline
Drawing back it releases its hold
Shards of creation soon to be swallowed
As the waters returns and covers it's tracks
Ebb and flow in the waves of salvation
Out of the shadows bubbling with life
Temporary respite from the darkness that follows
When the waters return and cover their tracks
The deluge recedes regaining it's power
Gathering horses for another charge
Breathe hard for a moment, a life in the shallows
'Fore the water's return and covers it's tracks
Drowning now in the waves of damnation
Battle the tides that fall on the shore
Sit for a moment, but the calm is just borrowed
As the waters return and resumes its attacks

© Fergus Martin
July 2013

Saturday, 20 July 2013

Fishers And Friends

Sweat pouring from their sun-kissed brows
Ale fuelled patrons quench their thirst
Offshore workers welcome onshore reprieve
The pen rises again with a sigh of relief

Bronzed skin and foreign tongues abound
Smothering the streets with temporary wealth
Filling the air with the pounding of feet
Words fall on parchment to their rhythm and beat

Sun soaked fishermen sail their ships of dreams
Tell tales of catches so large they engulf the town
Small harbour town lives for life in the tales
Pen flows freely through the storms and gales

Basking in the grounds of the long ruined keep
Marvelling as white horses crash to the shore
Travellers passing through soak up the history
Words tumble from the pen telling their story

Merging as one in the alehouse by the sea
Stories are swapped of life and of living
Tales of bygone days and current travels
One mind muses as the plot unravels
Convergence of old blood and new continues
Night passes as new friendships are born
Knowing as they part they may never meet again
Words fall no more, the pen lies quiet again

© Fergus Martin

July 2013

Monday, 8 July 2013

Coffee for Three

Her thoughts lie heavily on her shoulders
And she sits there, head in hand, pondering
Thoughts of the world flicker in her mind
And she raises her head, wondering.
Does she contemplate the simple life she leads?
Does she worry about the greater good?
Is she lost in distant thought of better times?
Or is she pensive, thinking of her now flown brood?

The companion sits lost to this world
Absorbed in the screen of a virtual reality
Not noticing the furrowed brow across the table
Focussed on the bleating streams of inane banality
Does she give a thought to her strained companion?
Does she contemplate the woes she grieves?
Is she so obsessed with her own importance?
Or is she just blind to the hole she leaves?

Together they sit with their steaming mugs
She raised her head once more and begins to speak
The companion replies and sweet engagement has begun
Over doughnuts and coffee at the end of the week
As they dissect their week, the furrows are lifted
Making plans for the weekend, smiles are exchanged
As their worlds intertwine, the observer takes note
Each gesture and movement, their secrets contained

Sisters, or lovers, the observer surmises
Noting their actions, the thoughts roam unbridled
Coffee companions whose whispers are silent
Their thoughts mere suggestions of a mind uninvited
Their story is told through the thoughts of another
Observers conjecture lays their lives in full view
Descriptive suggestions forge an image of vibrance
As they sit with their coffee, the companions, and you.

© Fergus Martin

July 2013

Thursday, 4 July 2013

Discordant Thoughts


War rages unabated
Skirmishes turn to all-out war
Flashpoint bubble under the surface
Explode into the consciousness'
In this world, there is no peace
In this world, there is no respite
No calm amid the storm
The never ending struggle for dominance
Permeates every waking moment
Darkness drowns the light of this world
Smothering it in a cloak of sorrow
Where only flashes of hope flicker
Dimly flickering on the battlefield
Where the corpse of hope lies unattended
Weak, but not forgotten
Broken, but not subdued
Still, but never silent


The endless rhythm churns away
The metronome keeps its beat
Never changing always steady
The to and fro continues
In the quiet of the night
Endlessly changing sides
The pro's and the cons
The good and the evil
Constantly battling for control
Ideas race and stagger
Thoughts fall to barren waste
Sparks fly inside the torment
And crash on golden ponds
Which burst their banks and flood
In torrents over the silence
And the roar of insanity is deafening
Drowning out the cries of peace


Which side will win this war?

© Fergus Martin

July 2013