Tag: Fantasy

Flying High in the Full Moon Sky

Matilda shows me how to push start the flight …

Matilda takes me through the process of gliding into the sky … he made it look easy!!

“Our” full moon photos from tonight, 8.30 pm (just after sunset), 9.30 pm, 10.30 pm, and midnight.

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is: Expect … you may visit their wonderful site by clicking on >> Here. …
In my poem below, Matilda and I are “expecting” to see the full moon tonight.



Flying High in the Full Moon Sky

 
 
During our walkies, this morning 
I enjoyed a friendly chat 
With Matilda the Magpie 

“Good morning, Matilda 
as you know, later today 
the full moon is going to be on show 
and I was wondering 
could I come and fly with you?  
for a clear aerial view” 

“You are more than welcome Ivor 
however, when was the last time you went flying?” 

“Five years ago, my friend 
when I flew to Philadelphia”  

“Oh, you will be a bit rusty 
and now you are a 72-year-old 
so best we have a practice run”

“Good idea, Matilda  
I suppose it is like riding a bike 
my wings will automatically remember  
how to give me a push start  
and then my gliding skills will return”  

I am pleased to say  
The training session went well 
Matilda and I 
Will be flying high  
Side by side 
In tonight’s full moon sky 






Ivor Steven (c) February 2024

A Star Called Home 





A Star Called Home  


I am high flying  

On the back of Phillip 

My mystical fairy Penguin 


I am the co-pilot 

As we zoom over the halfway marker  

That line in the sand 

Now, there is no turning back 


We are a dynamic duo 

Wholeheartedly committed 

To fulfill our dreams 


Ungainly we may be 

As we skim above the deepest sea 

Toward the blue horizon 

Chasing the cosmic sky 

Looking for a star called home  




Becalmed Without an Alibi

I am reposting this poem in response to Moonwashed’s Weekly Prompted; Becalmed
>> https://amanpan.blog/2023/12/19/moonwashed-weekly-prompt-becalmed/



Becalmed Without an Alibi





Time to unshackle my inflatable raft

And reignite my charred draft

I left floating down the river

When I was the disabled driver

Of my Itmims space craft


Sadly, the fuel tank is running on empty

And the secondhand battery is almost dry

I need to recharge my world beyond page twenty

And being becalmed is not an imaginative alibi

Itmims; Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space







Ivor Steven (c) December 2023

His Musical Finale

Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend Challenge is the word; Finale You may visit their wonderful site by clicking on >> Here.





His Musical Finale 


 
 
Richard the intrepid snail  

Went searching for the Holy Grail  

He was told by the garden toad  

His goal was on a long frosty road  

Winding down toward the South Pole  

Coolly, the snail began his arctic stroll  

Determined to find the sacred anomaly  

Before the music played at his grand finale 








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Ivor Steven (c) November 2023

Throwback Friday, Living On a Wooden Bridge (Revised)

Today’s Throwback Friday poem is a rewrite of a piece original called “Living On a Knife Edge”(Feb 2019). This poem was one of two, that I submitted to be published in March 2020 , but the other poem was accepted ahead of this piece, and here today I have again revised the 2020 poem.

Living On a Wooden Bridge (Revised)


Fire, fire, there’s raging fires

I need help to stamp out the flames

Burning down this old timber bridge

A traveler’s last causeway to the edge

Carrying today’s harsh realities

Spanning a lifetime of dreams and fantasies


Rain, rain, there’s a Noah’s flood

I need help to stop the cascading suds

Fill the sandbags with riverbed mud

Plug the leakages with woolly rugs

Ring out qualms and doubts

And accept the charity handouts


Warning, warning, there’s a heatwave

I need help to see through the shimmering haze

And peer into nature’s fiery atmosphere tonight

Where millions of her fireflies are alight

Forcing eyes to hear the sound of flashing delights

Gathering above the bridge to be the world’s new sunlight








“The Hosting Of The Shee” a poem by William B Yeats, sung by the Waterboys

The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare
Caoilte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling: ‘Away, come away’
‘Away, come away, away, away’.

The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound
Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare
Caoilte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling: ‘Away, come away’
‘Away, come away, away, away’.

Our armsa-wave, our lips are apart
And if anything gaze on our rushing band
We come between him and the hope of his heart
We come between him and the deed of his hand.

The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare
Caoilte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling: ‘Away, come away’
‘Away, come away, away, away, away, away…’.



Ivor Steven (c) November 2023

Moon Dew

Please Note: All attached Photos presented in this article were taken by Derrick Knight, and he has kindly allowed me reproduce them here on my poetry site. You may visit his wonderful article, and site by clicking on this link >> https://derrickjknight.com/2023/10/02/moons-for-denzil/



Moon Dew 

 
 
The moon slithered  

into my bedroom 

through a crack beside  

her nostalgic heirloom  

and lowered himself 

onto my breastplate  

stared into my eyes  

and told me straight 


“There is no need for tears  

I am here to ease your fears 

before I leave  

I will give you  

a loving spoonful  

of magical moon dew  

my universal cure  

for the morning blues” 


“Thank you, Mr. Moon”  

as I joyfully sipped  

from his silver spoon




 




Tullawalla is Available From

Jaymah Press:https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/

Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com

Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’


AND
Perceptions is Now Available via:

Amazon: https://amzn.asia/d/4yFHWrT

Jaymah Press: https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/

Lulu Books: https://www.lulu.com/shop/ivor-steven-and-derrick-knight/perceptions/hardcover/product-2pwqe4.html?q=Perceptions+by+Ivor+Steven&page=1&pageSize=4

OR: email me directly for a signed copy – ivorrs20@gmail.com  

Ivor Steven (c) October 2023

Throwback Friday, Untethered

Untethered

Today’s poem “Untethered”, is also an uncaptured piece that did not make the final list for the new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”… hmmm … and I always like to get away in my “Itmims” spacecraft …

Untethered

With my back against the setting sun

I will fly toward a placid place, not yet overrun

Where the ground is not made of buried heads and limbs

I will untether my sturdy spacecraft Itmims*

And traverse the universe to discover a new world

Another planet of wonderment, yet unfurled

Where rivers and oceans are crystal clear

And unmasked, I can breathe the atmosphere

Where flowering plains are home to sacred trees

And native fauna roam wild and free


*Itmims, Ivor’s time machine in micro space







Coming Soon




Ivor Steven (c) October 2023

A Torn Thesaurus

I went to the Geelong Writers monthly social meeting at the Box Office Cafe this evening … I am back home, It’s 10.30pm, I’m tired, my computer is “duck muck” again, so I thought I would a reblog of this ‘appropriate’ poem before I hit the sack



A Torn Thesaurus



With my fiddle and riddles

Here in the middle

Of this unopened universe

Time spirals in reverse


Quills fly in from cyberspace

As alien words unravel and interlace

A torn thesaurus is my database

I wonder

Have I landed in the right place?


But that does not matter

K-9’s happy with the community chatter

Doggie treats and friendly pats

And he presents his paw for more

Like a hungry beggar’s cap






Ivor Steven (c) July 2022

Throwback Friday, Wonderment Rings True

Today I am presenting another poem that will be appearing in my new book “Until Eyes Hear Sound”. I wrote ‘Wonderment Rings True’ in September 2020, and the poem will be the opening piece in the Fantasy Section, of Chapter 9. Humour, Fantasy, Faeries, and Weird. 



Wonderment Rings True


My imagination’s beaming

Alive and dreaming

Even when I’m sleeping

Tired eyes are peeping

Searching for the milky-way

Flying there, on my open sleigh

And sailing the air-waves

High above broadway



Steering my spacecraft, Itmims**

While reading The Brothers Grimm

And playing a tune on my old violin

The theme from ‘Lord of the Rings’



I’m a visionary sky Pilot

With a handful of violets

Travelling beyond a silvery moon

To float upon our blue lagoon




**Itmims … “Ivor’s Time Machine In Micro Space”








Tullawalla is Available From

Jaymah Press:https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/

Ivor Steven: email, ivorrs20@gmail.com

Amazon: search via, ‘Tullawalla by Ivor Steven’


AND
Perceptions is Now Available via:

Amazon: https://amzn.asia/d/4yFHWrT

Jaymah Press: https://www.jaymahpress.com.au/

Lulu Books: https://www.lulu.com/shop/ivor-steven-and-derrick-knight/perceptions/hardcover/product-2pwqe4.html?q=Perceptions+by+Ivor+Steven&page=1&pageSize=4

OR: email me directly for a signed copy – ivorrs20@gmail.com  




Ivor Steven (c) August 2023