...from a partly deranged mind.

My name is James Bellamy, and I scribble things down. Often (if not always) when I'm supposed to be doing something else. It seems unlikely that the major publishers will be clamouring for my work just yet, so in the meantime, I'll self publish here...

Wednesday, 8 December 2010

First poems...

First up, here's one of poems I wrote last year, entitled 'Clouds'. It's one of my favourite poems, and the one I've had by far the most positive feedback for. It's also far more polished than most of my work, but more on that later. I hope you enjoy it.


Clouds

Above the land, the rolling billows
Of wind-dragged cloud cast fleeting shadows,
Flicking over grey-toned landscape,
In darker patches of ephemeral shape.

Scarce noticed by the sleepy crowds,
The awesome majesty of clouds;
Soaring mountains, and rapid fleets
Manoeuvre swiftly on wind-swept sheets.

Vast battles in the skies are fought,
Fierce thunderheads, determined cohorts,
Clash and rebound, and clash once more,
Forever above, the elemental war.

And yet, despite the heavens’ wonder,
Clouds met and merged and rent asunder,
Form and re-form, again, again.

Folk glance up. Mutter “looks like rain”.

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