Many have asked me over the years wither i would ever produce a book of poetry for i suspect i am better known for my poetry than my novels and short stories. I eventually relented a couple of years ago and released "Selected Poetry" Which sold above my expectations which of course was pleasing for me but i regreted releasing it almost as soon as I produced it.
I realised that it was flawed. I do not save much of my poetry and so included in it were some that i did not wish to be there but were available and I felt as though I had cheated the buyers. So i have taken rather more time and finaly produced a book of poetry that i am happy with. Glimpse, covers many years and styles for a few of my epic poems to some small and sensible verse, some that i love, some that i hate but others love but it is a far more sensible look at my poetry over the last ten years or so. Sorry if you liked much of my verse from before then for i have saved little of it.
Excerpt
From the alleys and streets, from the door steps and heaths, from the meadows and farmlands,
A mist rises, and forms, from the rivers and rills, valleys and hills, from the fields and fissures
It swirls and turns in the night air, forming and fragmenting, failing and fermenting, till it yields.
A figure, blessed and bare, in the late night air, steps into the moonlight, baleful and brazen in its
Nakedness and knowledge, the pall of the shining moon, drips, grey and silver from his eyes
Youth drips from his thighs, vigour from his lips and fingertips, crimson is his mouth and loins.
Lions race across his skin as clouds scud across the moon, feral and wild this child of the moon.
Wild and dirty, his face shadowed with growth, excited with his youth and desire. On fire.
Panicked by distaste, his own waste and needs, brewed in a mighty beer of disgust, a sire
Of demons, with packaged might, swooping and rearing, devilish and dervish, spiralled, a pyre.
For the noonday sun, wishing hope on everyone yet giving them night and darkness and do
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