Foundations If anyone deserved a peaceful retirement it was the greatest warrior Elthenia had ever known, and probably would ever know: the exiled, General Felsted. Not everyone gets to celebrate their 800th birthday by building their own cabin, thought Felsted, knee deep in the snow and mud of the foundation he…

Yesterday’s prayer flags Danced in the sun Today, icicles hang from them Shoreditchpoet As recited on BBC Radio 2 BBC Radio 4 https://shoreditchpoet.medium.com/subscribe

Mountains are faithful. They are old Gods, unchangeable. Stubborn. My 20 yr. old dad stares at me from the Italian Alps in 1945. “I was the only one in my company who didn’t get a Dear John letter,” he once confided in me in a rare opening up moment as…

Your hand in my hand Your pulse chiming in my heart Our distant stone church Shoreditchpoet

I was uncertain, Doubt, the mortar of my soul, Until, I saw him Shoreditchpoet

How many thoughts form Then die between our kisses? Times dull shriek keeps count Shoreditchpoet

“My love, why did you burn our photographs, in the inglenook fire?” “It was nothing, my love, mere petulance, Come, fill me with desire.” “But, they were unique? Did you not think that such a thing would hurt?” “Come, do not be sentimental my love, They were just images, Neither…

We impart something Untranslatable Through our hands, A meaning, An essence, Something we know Yet never fully understand. The blast of a foghorn, Astral embers rising From the Ganges Links of steel Forged On the Mersey The hiss of gold Dipped in water Polished, Cherished, Worn on a finger Shoreditchpoet …