Danny Metcalfe : Writing

In A Cheap Hotel Room in Paris.

In A Cheap Hotel Room in Paris.

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


In a cheap hotel room in Paris, I see the horns of the Notre Dame as the flame of the evening sky, lights my cigarette. I sit down a..
Cornelia’s Birthday.

Cornelia’s Birthday.

A Story by Danny Metcalfe


EVER SINCE CORNELIA came out of her mother’s womb, the windows to her soul were always open. The four winds of heaven blew the dust from her sha..
Venus among the nightingales.

Venus among the nightingales.

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


…Out from her shell coffin, she undressed among the nightingales and threw her robes to the sky! Her rosy breasts fresh like a singing bird, t..
The third dream of spring.

The third dream of spring.

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


It is the third dream of spring.I spent the afternoon reading French poetry and observed the rare posture of late flowers. I smoked tea, watered the d..
Where The Tigers came from.

Where The Tigers came from.

A Story by Danny Metcalfe


WHERE THE TIGERS CAME FROM nobody knew. My sleepy quiet English village had never known anything fiercer than the eyes of a raven. The tigers roamed i..
Let The Moonlight in.

Let The Moonlight in.

A Story by Danny Metcalfe


I visited Aunt Elma every year, usually in the summer time. She lived in a chateau in the French countryside. As a child she would take me boating o..
Underneath the folds of flower petals

Underneath the folds of flower petals

A Poem by Danny Metcalfe


Underneath the folds of flower petals, the blue waters of affection, With its magical shapes; kiss like a nymph the image of my stars.Above skies of e..
The Owl.

The Owl.

A Story by Danny Metcalfe


Out of my window an owl was sat perched on a branch, looking rather pleased with itself (as most owls do). The night luminous with bluebells ringing i..
Heartstrings: A scene from the life of the poet Orlando Belmonte.

Heartstrings: A scene from the life of the poet Or..

A Story by Danny Metcalfe


Orlando Belmonte had spring in his eyes. The sunshine bounced of his pupils like a mirror from some strange land. He made the most of it by seducing w..
Roses fell like rain.

Roses fell like rain.

A Story by Danny Metcalfe


I HAVE NEVER BEEN FULLY INTEGRATED into three-dimensional life. The flesh of my thoughts always forming into the electrical meat of higher mat..