The Sea Chamber (excerpt)

I speak to the ocean, whispering.
“You wish to mingle your salts with mine”
I will not settle in the remnants
Of this damp, this room of dreams
A homage to endeavour and decay
This will not be my way home.
Instead, I will sing sweet as a lark
Over meadows far from the sea
And see the salt tears sit
In the corners of your eyes
Knowing I’m free … at last.
Dai Fry

© Dai Fry March 3rd 2019.

 

POLITICS gender COMPUTER music RELIGION poverty WEALTH war RACE video POETRY violence LITERATURE money BIG BANG waitrose PENKNIFE James Bond DRUGS sheep BOARDERS climate ECOLOGY extinction STAB motorway PLASTIC pollution REALITY TV cheese CARBON festivals FILMS space travel GRAVITY spliff LOTTERY bake beans VHS iPod SMARTPHONES vegans NHS newsagents DARK SKIES torture JAZZ coral HAVES trump ARTISTS accountants ECCENTRIC governments BLUE JEANS secrets LIES star trek JOY DEVISION corner shop MORRIS MINOR chips ROYALTY commuters DENTIST black holes COMICS chocolates NOTS blood TEARS pizza VIETNAM party RUN civilisation ELEPHANTS wildflowers WINE brexit BUS LANE area 51 WIMBLEDON surf TOOTHPICKS.

I seek the whisper of a rumour
An alteration so subtle
It is almost without meaning.
This dark power
Binder of galaxy, cosmos.
Its presence as absence revealed
A breath exhaled, a shadow left behind.

© Dai Fry 1st July 2019.

I saw 5,000 flaming suns.
None would admit what they were,
Instead sang the songs of stars.
Illuminating the macrocosm,
Where I was recently birthed.

© Dai Fry 11th July 2019.

I can see you, my love
From crater’s shadow
Stretched long
A blue and white vision
In moon’s dark day sky
Dusty, burnt with stars
My eyes tear, I brace my heels
Into the regolith
Twist off my helmet
Blood boils

© Dai Fry 20th June 2019.
First published in Black Bough Issue 2.

I am the pale scientist the night wraith
Solitary hunter of matter’s ghosts
Mocker of your gods eternal
Seeker of the universal truth
In another age
I would have been put to the fire.

© Dai Fry May 15th 2019.