A voice called my name. It was my childhood friend Franz. He invited me up to his rather cramped artist’s studio. For a small fee he would do my portrait. I agreed and he retrieved a large board with a hole through which I should place my head. I could not stop laughing when I realised it would depict me dressed as a cavalier.
Monthly Archives: Jan 2021
The harbour’s lights are shining
to guide the sailors home
The lover’s hearts are pining
while sons and lovers roam.
Come the grey dawn the sun will rise
and winds blow from offshore,
the fleet will sail in on the tide,
safe in their homes once more.
Rough bark and branches
cannot save the seasoned heart
from the woodman’s axe.
Through freezing wind and stinging hail
the deckhands in their jackets blue.
The Captain, mate and boatswain too
watch rain-lashed sailors fighting sails
as they dance in the Arctic gale.
Clouds clear as the night grows dimmer,
frost on canvas starts to shimmer
the ship now settles on her course
on passage to the frozen North,
following the pale moon’s glimmer.
I noticed how in stark contrast
to all I thought I ever knew
about the proper thing to do
when one finds they will soon be asked
to pin their colours to the mast
and openly declare intent
to stand up for the government
in firm belief our lives may change
after they introduce the range
of vaccines for our safety meant
The tower stands in dark of night
guiding the sailor by its light
and when the shroud of fog comes down
ears are strained to the mournful sound
of the deep-throated siren’s blast
ensuring vessels may safely pass
A scientist’s child,
shocked, we watch their virus grow
world in harmony