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My Pilgrimage

Poseidon Temple at Cape Sounion near Athens, Greece

A pilgrimage of the mind
as we set foot on her land,
she receives us, as travellers
upon this forgotten land.

We feel the stones of time
press down, under our feet,
as we seek out ruined temples
to mingle with our mind.


Wounded Child


Sun hides
behind clouds,
like wounded child
hiding away
from attacker.


Seeking Sanctuary


Young and old
come to pray,
seeking peace
and tranquility.

Outside world
appears harsh,
escaping reality
equals new life.


Rough Weather

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Rugged cliffs
scarred headland,
rough seas
crushing rocks.

Sun baked cliffs
grass parched,
gale force winds
gulls scream.


Stone Age Surgery

Stone Age Surgery
Stone Age Brain Surgery

This patient must be now trephined
let all the others go;
to-morrow when the sun is up
my magic I’ll them show.

Two men the epileptic bore
and laid him on a trunk,
and when the wretch was coming round
he showed some signs of funk.

No question put they to the man;
the doctor cleared his throat,
then, bringing flints from out his hut,
took off his hairy coat.

A crowd had gathered all around,
to watch the bloody deed;
their curiosity was stirred
to see his devil freed.

With sharp flint flake the surgeon made
a cruciform incision;
the blood did spurt, the wound it hurt,
the crowd laughed in derision.

The two assistants pressed the flaps
to stop the blood from running;
The Medicine-Man did scheme and plan,
he was so full of cunning.

He scraped the pericranium,
until the skull was bare;
then scratched the bone with a sharp stone,
it did not matter where.

He scraped that bone and scratched and scraped
the scratches made a groove,
the groove a basin-like eclipse,
the patient did not move.

The fact was this, when he came round
so rotten did he feel,
he fainted when he found himself
the centre of such zeal.

The hollow soon became a hole,
t’was all but through the bone,
his diploe, you well might see,
but still he made no moan.

The inner table only now
protected his soft brain,
one final scrape and he did make
that hole a window-pane.

The devil stirred within his skull
and, with a fearful yell,
escaped from out its prison-house
to seek its own in hell.


Some years ago came across this poem by an unknown writer, so thought it would be nice to share, this slice of fun.  Thankfully surgery has moved forward…


Bad Dreams


For some unknown period
my sleep is deep,
then my dreams are full
and unfragmented,
sweating head to foot
as fear sends screams
raging through my body.

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A voice washed over her
drowning out her senses,
swamping her brain
with exhileration and fear.

Passion surged through her
she thought her heart, would burst
a tide of words flowed over her
her strength, drained with each word.

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Sparkling Fire


The fire pulled itself
higher on the wind,
flickering ruby highlights
across the darkened room.

Sparks from the fire
brought the room alive,
and though she knew it
it was, but a trick of light.


A New World


We witnessed the birth
of this new world,
as nature took away
the light forever.

We had never known
a life without daylight,
we never understood
the power of nature.