My Time

My Time

Approaching the doorway,
I hesitated,
paused.
Open doorway beckoned,
welcoming
sanctuary.
An escape lay beyond,
inviting,
freedom.
I took one step forward,
faltered,
halted.
I stared at the abyss beyond,
turned away.
Now is not my time.

© Fergus Martin
Nov 2017

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Electric Green

Electric Green

The floral blouse blended
perfectly with the day.
Petals and stems gently swaying
in a warm summer breeze.
I see the day so clearly,
a memory that never fades

Eyes that sparkled with the sun,
smiles hinting at unspoken passion.
Lover’s kisses blind to onlooking eyes,
lost in the sanctuary of dreams.
I see the day so clearly,
a memory that never fades

Glaring at the prancing peacocks,
heart that was broken erupts.
Unhinged by public displays of affection,
that which was lost has now spoken.
I remember it all so clearly,
as the switch marks the end of my days.

© Fergus Martin
Nov 2017

Solo Warrior

Solo Warrior

I am an actor,
the lead,
main character,
in a one-man play.
I stand against
the world,
and its
armoury of weapons.
I stand alone,
aided only by
my loyal companions,
my trusted friends,
my shield of honour
and sword of hope.
One day,
we will win.
Until then,
we fight.

© Fergus Martin Nov 2017

Mystic Meg

Mystic Meg

Mist crawls over her shoulders,
enhancing her mystery.
Frozen in time,
what stories can she tell?
Shrouded in a godless sky,
lost from gazing eye.
Buried in her darkest depths,
what devils lie beneath her skirts?
High above the valley floor,
she watches with intent.
Souls that tremble in her gaze,
what secrets does she hide?

© Fergus Martin
Oct 2017

Horizon Song

Horizon Song

Early morning sound of birdsong wakes me.
Cool breeze on a sirocco day refreshes me.
Waves lap gently on the bay enticing me.
Seabirds disappear over the horizon pulling me.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
lies the land that is calling me.

On the horizon, a freighter vanishes,
drifting onto the void where sky meets sea.
High above white trails converge,
crisscrossing providing a sign.
Saltire stands proud, white on blue,
shining bright in the morning sun
Where the ocean meets the sky,
lies the land that is calling me.

Hillsides of yellow broom beckon me.
Snow tipped mountains wait for me.
Salmon laden rivers cry out to me.
Kings of Highland glens bellow to me.
Where the ocean meets the sky,
lies the land that is calling me.

© Fergus Martin Oct 2017

Cup Half Full

Cup Half Full

A room without purpose
is just a shell.
A book without a story
is incomplete.
A symphony without melody
is just noise.
A rhyme without reason
is unfinished.
A life without meaning
is empty.

© Fergus Martin Oct 2017