All For A Penny

All For A Penny

I remember when
we visited Mama’s shop.
Every Saturday,
rummaging through the sweets,
pan drops and pear drops,
all for a penny.
Those happy thoughts
blurring in the brain,
as every day
I rummage through my memory,
searching for a reminder
of who I am.
Times fading light,
erodes my consciousness,
each passing day
spent scavenging through scraps.
Pan drops and pear drops,
all for a penny.

© Fergus Martin
May 2017

The Invisible Man

The Invisible Man

I dance
in the shadows
on my own.
I never venture
to the centre
of the room.
Grey man on the streets
always invisible,
forlorn.
Wallflower of society,
forever
alone.

I remember a time
it was never
like this.
I remember the feeling
of acceptance
and bliss.
I remember the warmth
of a summer’s
kiss.
I remember the moment
the knife drove
With a twist.

Retreat into sanctuary,
my own safety
zone.
Solitude of silence,
in the comfort
of home.
This sheltered oasis,
calm and gentle
cocoon.
Safe in the refuge
of a man-made
tomb.

© Fergus Martin
May 2017

Resonance

Resonance

The eyes can see but they are blind,
in the present whilst out of time.
Listening but they do not hear,
resounding cannonades of fear.

The head no longer in control,
a heart that beats without a soul.
Conflicting forces pull apart,
where it begins is never the start.

Not quite in touch with reality,
what’s guaranteed is uncertainty.
Truths are never what they seem,
life imprisoned by the dream.

No more the caring man survives,
this parallel universe is now life.
Drifting realities are now the norm,
a changing world is duly mourned.

F Martin
© May 2017