Image by Christine Renney In the beginning she dancedAnd he watched trancelikeFollowing from a distanceMesmerised untilAwakened by the reverenceSurrounding himA colourful arrayItinerant troupeSpectators agapeHe faced a forbiddingGrey suited austerityWords storing in his headBuilding the rhythmThat pulled him to herUnbidden he called her nameInside a thrashing tentAnd she ran from the promisesThe white marquee asked ofContinue reading “HER BLUES”


Image by Christine Renney The flame in his chest Uncertain but unceasing Burning and beating A retreat A winding track The long way back Not breaking the surface The splash of his feet Sleepwalking along a water filled street Eyes wide to see all he has missed But waking not reaching the bridge