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Wednesday 27 August 2014

When Darkness Falls

When darkness falls,
I will see no light,
a shadow no longer cast,
the veil will be drawn.

When darkness falls,
the silence will sing
symphonies unheard,
that echo in the void.

When darkness falls,
I will be consumed,
swallowed at that moment,
fading from reality.

When darkness falls,
the storm will cease,
breathless whisper's stop,
the quiet calm.

When darkness falls
this dream will end,
mere memory in the past,
a distant thought.

When darkness falls,
where silence reigns,
when the storm is done,
the light will shine.

© Fergus Martin

Aug 2014

Friday 22 August 2014

In The Attic

Rafters whistle with winter winds,
old chairs rock quiet in the eaves,
grooves flickering in twilight shadows,
contemplating destiny.

Cardboard boxes lined in rows,
childhoods sit securely sealed,
locked in time for future playgrounds,
frozen temporarily.

Images framed in the dust of time,
forever still in captured moments,
forgotten treasure awaiting plunder,
creating immortality.

Cases full of worn out tapes.
films we watched repeatedly,
now unwatched they gather dust,
in silent tranquillity.

Lamps that flickered in the dark,
forever dimmed their light has shone,
no more to brighten up the room,
outdated inefficiency.

A lifetime's memories lie hidden,
stored away for safekeeping,
held in stasis by the past,
dreams in perpetuity.

© Fergus Martin
Aug 2014




The Questions Will Come One Day

She wept as she kissed him goodbye,
brushing her hand across his forehead one last time,
knowing that she will never be his heroine,
never again hold him,
cherish him,
love him.

Her heart lay carved open on the floor,
ripped apart by the depth of her love,
glancing back she watched as he breathed,
seeing her lifetime flash before her,
in that moment she knew she was right,
this was his only hope for salvation,
his only chance of dreams,
without her he would flourish,
without her he would live.

Turning away she slipped quietly from the room,
tears falling from eyes coloured red with the pain,
the suffering she had gone through,
to reach this point,
this decision,
this time.

She would never again see the laughter in his eyes,
his future was not now hers to share,
her past would be one she could never regret,
never wallow in the dreams of what may have been,
tied to sentimentality,
this was right,
this was what had to be done..

Soon he would forget the smell of her skin,
the bond that had tied them together,
the pain that she had suffered for him,
she would slip quietly into his past,
and he would never remember,
she would never forget,
and one day she hoped,
one day, she prayed,
he may seek her out,
seeking answers to questions not yet sentient,
one day she knew the child she left would become a man.
And she would be ready to love him again.

© Fergus Martin
Aug 2014




Thursday 21 August 2014

Ride Till Dawn

Dormant village green
Silent in the hidden vale
Moonlight growls with life
Shattering night's sanctuary
Calm driven from its lair
Memories crumble into dust

Calm driven from its lair
Memories crumble into dust
Eyes forged from steel
Skin cloaked in leather
Freedom is your open road
As you ride the iron horse

Freedom is your open road
As you ride the iron horse
Thoughts tumble in the saddle
Biting hard on weathered skin
Your redemption is the night
Darkened soul set free

Your redemption is the night
Darkened soul set free
Letting loose your dogs of war
Setting free the nightmares
Racing down the highway
Chasing down a future

Racing down the highway
Chasing down a future
Horrified by things long past
The man no longer recognised
Clad in leather, eyes of steel
A nomad lost in time

Clad in leather, eyes of steel
A nomad lost in time
Wandering life's highways
Seeking hope at every turn
Merest glimpse of what could be
The demons keep subdued

Merest glimpse of what could be
The demons keep subdued
Nightly ride-out clears the path
True hopes surface clear
Moonlight fading fast
Still riding with the sunrise

© Fergus Martin

Aug 2014

Saturday 9 August 2014

Big Tree Country

Alive within Big Tree Country
Shades of green catch the eye
Fingers reaching to the heavens
Bound to earth with solidity
Where royalty once was crowned
In a palace on an ancient stone
Warrior kings of a nation proud
Fair Maiden as its centre-point
Battles fought upon its fields
Tales from Crieff to Killiecrankie
Of rebels and their freedom fight
And princes loyal to the land
As history evolved in time
So the maid changed her tune
Remained the centre of it all
Evolving with flow and ebb
Maid that dances on the Tay
Sprinting out to waters north
Taking out the harvests fair
Bringing home the traveller
In mud and rain it's people toiled
To scratch a living from its heart
Jute and berries, sweat and blood
The fair maiden drives it all
Going north you'll meet her
You cannot pass out with her sight
At the centre of the land she stands
With open arms she'll greet you
When you step into her valleys
Her heart will show the wonders
Of her pleasures dark and bright
The Big Tree Country standing tall

© Fergus Martin

Aug 2014