a violist’s dream

I found to be an enjoyable read...,
where this bookworm vicariously
basked in trials and tribulations
(joys and sorrows)
among and between fictional
lives and glory
of two stalwart individuals.

The the two main characters
June Elizabeth Merriweather
and Conrad
(teased being called Connie
as a boy) Grayson Everleigh,
a protagonist and antagonist
(in the mind of
yours truly - me respectively),
whereat the former
narrates most of the story
titled Gatehouse At Bluster Hill

ANGRY SKIES

I’m sure that I detect a rumble of distant thunder
The air seems strangely heavy, with much in store
I suppose there will be the usual flashes of lighting
Yet it is just another storm, and hardly frightening
But when all goes silent and still, then it feels raw
With a growing sense of dread and left to wonder

Stout hearted ramble,

but one must tread warily,

”Nipper”

A small dog waits
beside the brass horn,
ears lifted,
body held in that soft readiness
only devotion can teach.

Once a wanderer,
he learned the shape of shelter
in the warmth of a single voice.

Now the room is quiet,
yet he leans
toward the horn's bright mouth
as though a familiar breath
might rise again
from its painted metal.

Brush in hand,
he works the canvas again,
colours deepening
around the small dog's frame.

The horn waits, bright at the rim,
and the dog leans toward it,

The poet speaks within,
then moulds words for the world,
to usher joy at dawn,
hopeful beginning, lyrical address,
writers dream to engage with,
the sky, sea, town, earth,
audience of environs astounding,
each creative person learns to listen,
they long for a heartfelt response,
the day and morning unfolds,
town and city veil dispersed,
curtain now raised aspiring,
a cast thriving on ovation,
motivated by an external plot,
horizons that tower cloudless,
yet each now word painting,
a deep yearn to span,
and spread enchanted plea,

after approximately 690 months ago
when his body electric
underwent a crash-dive;
James Earl Ray, the assassin
triggered pent up eruption
analogous to beehive

rent asunder courtesy
foo fighting beastie boy

or wracked linkedin
to predator videlicet bear
furiously tearing inside the colony
of Apis mellifera to reach the honey.

Humanity lost a supreme and foremost
ally, whose apt surname
associated as king

ABOUT FACE

Always difficult to be sure of a name
Never sure whether it is truth or lies
It’s a pitiful way for one to gain fame

For some, finding out who, can still surprise
With a reluctant acceptance of that task
A sad case of hiding under that disguise

If one can just try to look behind the mask
There is an expression, but without a face
Yet what lies beneath, if only one could ask

As for hints or clues, there is rarely a trace
And it may need a sleuth to solve such a case