JOHN MUNN
WALKING THE TOWER STEPS
Smooth, cold ,stone faced steps,
continue oblivious,
Past footsteps, worn dips and
hollows characterise, while still offering uniformity.
Shiny surfaced key stones reflect
the palms of old, steadying the step
Or simply feeling the texture.
Slits serving as windows allow
ravens access to build funeral pyre nests.
Final steps , panoramic mountainous
vistas.
Proudly atop, a bannered pole
displaying the scarlet dragon.
INSPIRATION.
In a wooden cabin by a lake,
having awoke refreshed before the
dawn,
night sounds of the hooting tawny
owls now changing
to the sweet songs of the
passerines.
Veranda on the waters edge
furnished with benched-table.
Laptop, loaded camera, steaming
coffee. Waiting for inspiration.
The sun not yet full, shows as an
orange fire through
willows on the far side of the
mirrored water.
Reflective of the paintings on a
Chinese Satsuma vase.
Warm breezes supply dancing in the
air from the poplars new leafs,
Shimmying between silver/white and
dark green.
Giving a magical two tone display
Within touching distance the
diamond colours of a Regal Kingfisher,
watching eagerly its quarry of
sticklebacks,
who swim the wall of death beneath
its perch.
Once again the ponds taught surface
exhibit
ever expanding circles as the
rainbow bird,
dives, catches and returns to its
hunting post, triumphant.
THE THRUM
From the depths of the Mariana
trench
to the Goldfish pond in the garden
From the vast expanse of the oceans
to the mire of quag under the
mangroves bows
water, the chemical mix of life’s
blood to all that exists on earth.
The reason and only reason that
such a nugatory planet as ours
should be of interest to the more
advanced of the space civilisations.
Totally impervious to the diverse
life forms of the earth,
its histories and cultures had long
ago been lived and moved on from by
the multi dimensional “Thrum” the
invaders.
All that is life supporting taken
by the Thrum to increase empire and ego
No raping or pillage no starving or
indoctrination
No negotiation no warning no land
invasion
Life on earth treated with total
insignificants.
On returning back to its own
planets the Thrums commander recalled
a similar visit to this quadrant a
few million years ago
where some red planet was denuded
of its h2o.
JOHN MUNN
JOHN MUNN: John was born and bred in the welsh valleys, He has had
some recognition from his recent book “Amoeba to super god in a given period of
time” He enjoys writing on subtle , diverse and even sublime subjects. His
second book of thoughts and poems “the little boy who turned crocodile” is to
be published shortly.
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