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Friendly ghosts


I like to think

the many ghosts

that share these

four hundred year old

ironstone walls

and shelter beneath

this grey slate roof

smile indulgently

at my romantic words

and my dark

dominant ways.



© the author writing as Romantic Dominant

Photograph found on the internet, source unknown. If this is yours please let me know and I will remove or give credit.




Posted by on November 15, 2019 in Poetry, Still Life


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Back home


‘I think it is time,’

he smiled sadly

collecting up

his battered notebook

black pen

dark cloak

sad guitar

and half empty bottle,

and kissing her forehead,

‘for me to go

back home.’



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This is not a newly written post. But it seems to suit.

Photograph of Johnny Cash. Source unknown.


Posted by on August 23, 2018 in Poetry, Still Life


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Safe Harbour

These are not tears.

It is only smoke from the last burning bridge that has stung my eyes.

It was not easy to strike the match. Yet once alight the structure was gone in seconds.  In truth there was only my side of it to burn. The river below it ran fast and cold.

There is now no reason other than income for me to continue with these repeated working sojourns that take me away from home. With every passing week the bleak sea between Monday and Friday widens.  By Wednesday I feel as if I am stranded in the horse latitudes, my every sense straining for the faint whispering breeze of the weekend to save me from being forever becalmed.

I need to find a position that is close to everything that is now dear to me.

Somewhere that is within easy reach of the safe and certain harbour of her smile.


Posted by on June 19, 2012 in Still Life, Wears my ring


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