Author Archives: Lindsay Craik
The summer ends
A hive of praying hands were freezing blue A night past Monday they thought of you Buzzing round their queen so very cold Not knowing lives she bought and sold Until it’s them that takes the wrath Leading them to … Continue reading
THE HUNTED
JAMIE: I’m pechin Out of breath Can you see them coming after me? I am movin’ on Pech, pech, pech Aye pechin Need to keep movin’ on One dark night Text in italics is to the tune: I slipped the … Continue reading
The Now
Living from a past to whatever comesthe definite to may be, or to may notThe scene changing with the timeit’s eddies and flowstaking us to new feelingsan expression, a stance, a dependencyall that change, all anticipating the way aheadBeing now … Continue reading
Awakening
Vivid flashes blind me as I sleepAwakening my soul for it to weepAnd see again the fearsome evil playNow fading fast in the light of day. Peering from my sheets on nightmare’s bedThe glass on the wall reflects insteadA man … Continue reading