
The wind blows
wherever it will
I won’t bend
Copyright Francis 2021

The wind blows
wherever it will
I won’t bend
Copyright Francis 2021

Solace on your own
Reflections out in nature
Inner counterpoise
Copyright Francis 2021

That was the year
that was —
I present it to the flames
of purification,
scrying the images
for sign and portent
of brave futures unknown.
Outside, nature’s nudity
tears at my soul,
this cold dawn of realisation,
the privation of my heart, lost
somewhere between the sky,
that vast horizon
where a glacial sun greets,
sole testament to the day.
Last year’s summation
I’m sifting wheat from the chaff
Using discernment
Copyright Francis 2021

The shark’s reputation precedes him,
demonized in the minds of millions,
movie-goers jumping,
or hiding behind
their darkened seats.
Predators must hunt,
unsmiling and relentless,
the prey must die
so they can live;
for nature’s complexity
is for us to understand — not judge.
A greater power than Man
put this realm together.
And as a poet once said:
‘…one may smile, and smile,
and be a villain–‘
So step back,
you silver-tongued fiends,
those who think
they know better;
Your power is temporal,
so brief,
whilst the shark’s honest instinct
is ageless, only taking its due.
*Quotation from Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 5, line 108.
Copyright Francis 2020