Oh yeah
it's the blessed day again
the sky has burnt and yellowed and blued
and it is a beautiful sight

   my only hope

is that i don't
anger-up again


again

   **again

the colour blue
is really hungry at the moment

"watch as the colours weave and grow...reds as a background, greens as the shadows."


**I'd like to wake up now

/sword

in the way
by the well

it is said
she will rise from the blue
and it is true

...chilly mossy air
petticoats and nighties

little torch
and walloping gumboots

pig tails and
bandaids


the little girl went running

the rust of the bucket
  the shadows cast by the hidden moon
a bolt of lightning in a far away tree

       scare her a little


but she goes on


..at the well
she points and whispers
and there is the ghost-ish-thing
with its sad sad eyes

it tells the girl of the slashes
and deaths the swords
  and the wars
have caused in its time and
it tells the girl

to stop the wars from happening again and again

...the little girl often visits the ghost

   she is not frightened as the ghost has never sought to harm her

instead she listens, and learns



    **the ghost is her teacher

through the blizzard
  powerful eyes meet mine
a fur coat of stripes, fit for winter
  and her majesty of brilliant summers
long gone

I take a cautious breath
and soon enough
  she has turned
to her ice queen palace
on the hill
where the dove is white
and red
and the image
that
stays

with me

are her eyes
  cold, hard, curious, cautious, and, a little humorous

for some
deadly
awful
bleak
reason
(today)  
I am an ogre.



Squinting
through
splintery eyes

frowning
the
humans away

letting my
teeth
YELLOW

'n' decay


Ah I know
I'm an Ogre

I can't
speak properly
without
sounding
rude

I can't help but feel brutally angry and distracted and blurred by the people trying to speak to me through my hard shell of bitter lemon juice

Ah,
but I know
...my dear
I'M AN OGRE


Don't you DARE talk to me
if you're a happy perfect person
today


    'cos Ah,
but yes,
   today, an Ogre

and always a
   ******

often always
I am the
lone
Cameraman

New Year,
I only see the fireworks
through
a screen



in the misty weather

I remember

catching shots
through the window
of the car


... and waiting


and often Dan and I
share shots
and cameras
and Lightroom programmes

...and Bueno Bars

smoky smoky smoky smoky smoky

  smokysmokysmokysmoky
smokysmokysmokysmokysmokysmokysmokysmok­y
smokysmokysmoky
smoky
smokysmokysmokysmokysmoky

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why?