Time Paused Today
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Life can become a race against time if you allow it. Slow down occasionally, and you are apt to find that time pauses too. Some of my most indelible memories have been formed in such moments and a few are recollected in this slim volume. I hope they spark resonance and enjoyment.
This is the fifth volume of my poems published by Ginninderr
Antony Fawcus
Antony Fawcus lives and writes poetry on a small farm behind Port Elliot, on the south coast of South Australia. He is widely travelled and has at various times been an aviator, a teacher and a tourism operator. Recent publications include The Ethiopian Afar and other poems (Ginninderra Press 2015) and a chapbook called Storms (Ginninderra Press 2014).
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Time Paused Today - Antony Fawcus
TIME PAUSED TODAY
ANTONY FAWCUS
Ginninderra PressTime Paused Today
ISBN 978 1 76109 305 0
Copyright © Antony Fawcus 2022
All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Requests for permission should be sent to the publisher at the address below.
First published 2022 by
Ginninderra Press
PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015
www.ginninderrapress.com.au
CONTENTS
Time Paused Today
Also by Antony Fawcus and published by Ginninderra Press
These poems are dedicated to my grandson, Henry.
TIME PAUSED TODAY
The Blue-ringed Octopus
Between the wild of sea and wild of land,
two boys explore the intertidal zone,
a no-man’s-land of shells and bladderwrack
and thwack of languid tides on basalt rock;
a fiendish place of shifting sand and suck,
whose pools contain the glint of pretty things,
anemones and golden, five-point stars
to prod with sticks and poke with joyful glee,
sadistically, like little gods at play.
They’re yet to see the smallest jewel of all,
quiescent, shy, and pressed against the shale,
its camouflage defence against the world.
Yet, under threat, its pulsing rings of blue
become intense, a glow it’s well to heed.
Forget the Kraken myth, this octopus,
despite its size, dispenses certain death.
So, will they pay? Or will the seaweed swirl
perform a sleight of hand, a flim-flam trick,
to save the day and cover its retreat
into a den beneath the overhang?
Passion
I speak of one who lit my flame, desire,
a lucifer whose phosphorescent spark
ignited me. How brief was passion's fire
before I saw the blaggard’s blackened heart.
His foetid stench is burning in my head,
a pain so great I cannot help but cry.
My waxen tears upwell, in runnels shed,
their flow in gargoyle shapes solidify,
and in the soot, my wickedness awakes.
The night-time wind grotesquely twists my blaze.
The flicker of my tongue is like a snake’s,
from side to side with misandry it sways
to mesmerise each wayward passing moth,
consuming them in frenzied fires of wrath.
The Lantern
Reflections in the flame, I saw
a daub of life
with resonance of love,
rhythms of eternity
cavorting in the mind,
a seed dropped thoughtlessly
by a bird in flight of song
an expression of the stillness
at the heart of things,
reaching
beyond all bounds of reason:
the voice of poetry.
The Five Stages of Man
Poppin’ out
Popinjay
Poppin' corks
Poppin’ pills
Poppin’ off
The Power of D
At times, the mind’s eye gleams
with ten to the power of d,
where d is the power of dreams
too large or small to see.
They live at the edge of reason
where certainty’s aslant,
and spring’s an eternal season,
and the seed becomes the plant.
When dreamers turn to action,
the quantum of potential
is given greater traction,
and the results are exponential
or ten to the power of d
(expressed mathematically).
The Manticore
‘Is this the land,’ I asked, ‘where legends roam
in gothic script with gilded curlicues,
the land where eremites eke out their tales
on vellum sheets, well stitched and leather-bound,
where monks illuminate their words with quills
plucked from the wings of ancient hippogriffs,
the mythic steeds of mage and paladin
that haunt the pages of their manuscripts?’
‘It is, my lord, and I shall be your guide,
but, if you’re wise, stay several steps behind.
A path of truth and righteousness exists,
but it is overgrown and hard to see,
for these are lawless lands where ignorance
and lies abound, and cruel men hold sway.’
He cast his hollow eye on my physique.
He scanned not just my body