Friday, 8 March 2024

Three Poems by Stephen Philip Druce

 



Planet Jazarane

 

Planet Jazarane -

where rustling herds of marching embers,

ooze a masquerade of humble relics

in seething dominion,

 

torched waterfalls - nourished by zephyr mastery,

lurch languid in a godly zeal and paradigm vanity,

 

the canvas hermit -

 

nurtured in chalice,

 

furtive in fountain,

 

splashed by ruby,

 

the wilted maestro sits in a solitude ceremony

of feathered ferocity - the pianist's final flourish.

 

 

Planet Yizzaro

 

On Planet Yizzaro, crawling corridors

of glazed limpets in clustered folly,

cascade a symphony blossom to tantalize

the tattered artist in a towering squalor

of lampooned puppets ablaze,

 

plunged in feral escapade,

a dalliance interlude of watercolour vessels

drip their fluttered meadows for willow

portraits in starry infancy and shimmering bliss,

 

hounded by the giddy margins,

the creaking valley - listless for rhapsody,

mutters its hollow blessings,

in a saintly pattern of glimmering sapphire -

the treasured muse in slender desertion.

 

 

Planet Jaygorm

 

On Planet Jaygorm, skittle creatures

ricochet plumes of alchemy mutants,

 

skyline overtures in bleak exodus,

squeal their glistening contours in

blundered hysteria and disfigured glee,

 

distilled in a gallant gory remnant,

the jolted wanderings of loaded crystal

chambers, fickle mutiny in supernatural

solace,

 

as the jarring sorcerers etch ephemeral

their supine shards of howling epilogues

in burlesque assembly,

 

the crooked stars in hooded vaults

yearn to bedevil their tawdry transcripts -

unkempt for the ether.


Stephen Philip Druce - Is a fifty eight year old poet from Shrewsbury in the UK. His poems are planet based. They describe the events that take place on the planets that exist in his imagination. His work has been published in the UK, India, Canada and the USA. He has written for London theatre plays and BBC Radio 4 Extra.

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