Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Darkness, My Beloved: Poem

Darkness, My Beloved

Watching the night approach with silent tread
Waiting to clasp his hand.
Waiting for that compassion
That pretends not to notice faults
Of stammering, stumbling, lisping or halts.

Darkness softens, hides, transmutes
Bases qualities into gold
Moonbeams dance on rooftops; it may be
Soon I those rays of light could hold.
But words enter unbidden into my mind

Like in a tranced love, this liason with you
This dark and unseemly pact I have,
When I can leave all my errors behind.

Did you know that you, the dark,
This warm enveloping darkness, my beloved
Is what I wait for everyday?
Soft lamps, verse, the murmurs and
Rituals that only the sombre can understand;
Now draw the curtain, and hasten:
Come, my beloved, hold my hand.

Copyright (Image and text): Rani Turton

Thursday, June 14, 2012

Amazing Doorhandle, France

The intricate work French metal workers are capable of is mind-boggling. A load of details, and total refinement.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Rain, Streaming Down

Rain, Streaming Down

Rain-slick roads, black and gleaming
Drops on the windowpanes, streaming
It seems even the sky is weeping
Even the sky is burdened by tears

I am alone, encircled by my fears.

The rain keeps dripping down
Like tears falling softly onto this suburban town
Huge big gigantic tearsdrops on earth's cheeks

But where will the poor sleep tonight?

Copyright: Rani Turton