In November, my poem, The Gentle Pace of Rest, was published in Spillwords Press and was nominated for Publication of the Month.
Damp, cavernous lengths
of tree bark flesh out across
woodland paths — nature’s
barrier to a destination,
thrown down in a storm
forcing you to pause, observe,
feel, scan the frilled rainbow
colours of the lichens and the
glow of beetles finding a
home. Time stands still after
the rains, here in the forest.
Ferns and yellow ochres calm
your senses, peel your mind
from furious emails and incessant
calls…. (continue reading at Spillwords)
This was followed by the publication of my poem, Oh, How You Will Fly, published this week.
Your beauty lies in what you do not show, your
strength in what you hide. You weathered storms
unseen and gather up the broken pieces to
hand to the potter. He will make all things new
restore what was lost. Only those who are
quiet will hear your song carried on a breeze
across oceans. The lark calls at daylight, the
owl by night. How sweet are the words of the
one bringing good news. When the world is still
you will wait for kind words and honest deeds… (continue reading at Spillwords)
You can listen to some of my stories, poems and novel extracts on SoundCloud at soundcloud.com/fcmalby
F.C. MALBY 