James McFadyen : Writing

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Untitled 3

A Poem by James McFadyen


To silent rooms we retreatSealed in the perverse safetyOf fortified chambersWhite plastered wallsAnd cranial partitionsWhere within a bountytreasures ..
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A Poem by James McFadyen


Tick a ticking, goes this vascular clockUpon the mantle of this love enslavedWhere tight-rope balance, precarious,Is my heart, where upon lost timeThe..
Bound by Blood

Bound by Blood

A Poem by James McFadyen


I pricked my finger once Just a drop, a morsel of rich plasma But in it I saw that fat line This small beady-eyed splash Saw itself in ..
Tale of the A*s

Tale of the A*s

A Poem by James McFadyen


Under the shadow of Tmolus playsThe impish Pan in hedonic displayBeneath a canopy of foliage greenHis thrills and wiles are rather obscene.One hazy da..
Beach Talk

Beach Talk

A Poem by James McFadyen


Along the coast we walkedAnd talk which ebbed and flowedMuch like that foamy frontierChurned candidly under azure skies.We are far now, far from,The t..
The Artistic Eye (I Wish that I could Draw)

The Artistic Eye (I Wish that I could Draw)

A Poem by James McFadyen


I wish that I could drawTo trace on virgin pagesWith a gliding nib, acquaintingThe ink to worldly apprehensionsReflected forms in an obsidian mirror.O..
I Saw no Death in The Snow

I Saw no Death in The Snow

A Poem by James McFadyen


In silver falls, a lunar incandescent trance,Softly does the snow drift danceThe solemn tears from violet eyelashes shakeFrom penumbral shadows in dar..
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A Poem by James McFadyen


I am tired I am tired and I'm only twenty When once my mind had distance Between cloudlets, And capacious to fit copses Where one could retir..
Innocence Gone

Innocence Gone

A Poem by James McFadyen


On hillocks proud, we stood our groundThe high-gloss iron of our armour rangBetwixt a valley, reverberate soundsOf battle-ready swords in sheaths that..
Minutes

Minutes

A Poem by James McFadyen


Within the void, a fair few minutes long,We remember our dead inthat glorious song-Of silent music, the eulogy passesOf unsaid hymns and unspoken mass..