Month: January 2020

Cry me a fair-tale

A fable that’s true

If I place steel pails

Under your sails

Could you please

Rain on our arid ship

Fill all the buckets

And douse the fires

Cry me a storm

And fill our fragile souls

With watery glee

Cry me a river

And fill our hearts

With liquid joy

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020

This weekend the Word/Photo Challenge is: ‘The Street.’ And above is a photo of an Australian bush “Street”, and of course we are hoping that the raging bushfires will stop soon… The featured photo above, is copy from the 2020 Geelong Calendar, taken by Judith Wood, of a street in the country town of Anakie.. To visit the fabulous site of  Word/photo Challenge, please click >> Here

This is a poem I wrote three years, from a time when I was suffering from one of my neuralgia attacks…Then, I thought it was nearly the end….. but in the end it couldn’t happen….. there was too much love surrounding me…..

Follow By Two

One Day Follows

The abyss is bigger, not less.

On these days of darkness.

The owls are singing sad tunes.

On these days of bad moons.

The brain is harpooned again

On these days of constant pain.

The sunshine has gone, I confess.

On these days of over stress.

The mind has little attitude.

On these days of sleepy solitude.

An Answer Follows

You’ve all walked into my heart.

And you’ve ran into my past.

You’ve all flooded into my soul.

And you’ve soared into my dreams.

I crave for that….. one day soon.

Tomorrow, or another day too.

That all your hearts.

Will be bathing themselves,

In the soothing oils

Of your glorious Souls.

I’d like to thank my dear friends Mel and Jane, for being the inspiration behind the words of  “An Answer Follows”.

Ivor Steven.

Last night I attended the lowercase’s monthly poetry recital  event. The theme was “On The Bus”, and here’s a link to the poem I read out >>https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2019/02/22/sorry-we-caught-the-wrong-bus/    . After the show, as is usual for me, I ventured across the road, to Pistol Pete’s Blues bar, for my dose of live music. And wow, what a fabulous band happened to be performing. From Germany, “Hanne Kah”, and I’ve attached two songs of their’s below. As you might know, Ivor likes to have a chat, and Hanne and her band were a very friendly crew, and were happy to have some photos taken with me….. Oh, what a treat for me, and of course I gave them my poetry card, and bought a CD and T-shirt…… Then I stumbled home, and drafted this poem, which I finished this morning…… It’s probably a bit jumbled, but I say to myself…so-be-it….

Torn Dust In My Lungs 

Late in the afternoon, the moon is rising

Not the normal moon, silver and shining

But a colour of yellow mustard custard icing

Through the evenings smokey maze, dimly glowing

These foolish fires, have been merciless

They’ve torn apart our virgin land

Dusty embers in the sky, leftover evidence

Torn  from what was once beautiful and pristine

Hanne Kah’s CD “Y”, and you’ll find them at this Link >> https://www.facebook.com/hannekahband/

Appropriately I’m playing this song of Hanne Kah’s, “Dust In My Lungs”

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020

We continue to live, under this smokey haze

As the brave firefighters, continue to fight day after day

I’m in a stunned daze, leaning here on my table

Knowing there’s thousands of burnt homes and stables

Feeling for the animals, perished and disabled

Crying for our native fauna, of fame and fable

From the ashes, our world will revive

Beyond the rain-clouds, busy bees will rebuild our hives

Green saplings  will replace the trees blackened towers

And underground seeds will grow into our earth’s new flowers

Ivor Steven (c)  Jan 2020