Category: EGB 1932-1978

Blair Atholl

I saw a ghost today Of happy times Days full of life. In a small overgrown field, The same stream rushes down below, The little hut remains in the corner. The narrow road still winds behind the old, stone wall. The scents of grass and freshness linger. And almost audible I hear the whispers of…

Transparency

One moment, a sliver of time captured on film, a surgical exposure of soul, unbeknownst to the model. Sitting there, joining in, her heart and mind miles away, she dreams of the unfamiliar, the exciting, the exotic, she craves to be anywhere but there. The ocean torments her and entices her, it flows freely –…

Fragile

A fragile flower Her vivid petals flamboyantly Splayed and displayed Attracting and distracting the eye. A statement of self Unable to be other than her essence. Take me, or leave me I am who I am For better or for worse (Probably for worse). She self-destructs, of course Inevitably, tragically. And the world is duller…

The Trap

From night to day, a time when darkness comes with morning tea. No sympathy – just tea and unwashed cups And debris from having lived the last day. And a day to remove the debris ready for tomorrow Stretches till evening when the cycle ends With night – and then a day. Sometimes the circle…

It Must Die

It must die. Each bud will bloom And in its bloom must fall. All must die. All magic moments Fade from their eruption. That nothing ever comes Is true. The coming Is the death. Reality the just emerging Slowly dropping blossoms And this love, which We think, will grow Is dying, From the first moment…

Apathy

Gone – are the illusions, the hopes, even the fears. Gone into the night time – left in bed To take their place, days, weeks, months, years Of endless apathy. With nothing here Of now. “Why! Why!” eternally when so well We know the answer’s gone. Gone with the birthdays, Into the system we have…

Caspar

Snaking through the doorway. Sneaking wetly up the stairs to bed, Ignoring the cats cradle made Exclusively, for it. Standing like an emperor On the roof. Surveying its territory. Wanting in. Wanting out. Refusing one day food it liked the last day. Tearing curtains. Ripping chairs. I could sometimes kill it – then it purrs.…

If it Hurts

If it hurts, destroy it. Kill the feelings with a shot Of alcohol, barbituates, Heroin or pot. The silver screen can be quiet good To use for an anaesthetic, And opting out works very well If you are not aesthetic. The race we run against old age, Poverty, tiredness and work, Calls for too much…

On Failing to Advise Failures

“Pull yourself together,” they say. But which self – the self is lost. If we had a self we would have no need To pull it together. “Snap out of it,” they say. Out of what? There is nothing there. If there were something we would not be lost, Inside the nothing. “Relax and be,”…

Trivia

Trivia, Trivia, hallowed be thy name Thy things be done, Endless jobs come At home as they are in the classroom. Forgive us our meditation As we forgive them who meditate around us. Give us this day our daily bargains And lead us not into contemplation But deliver us from thinking For thine is the…