Three Poems

Poetry ~ Henry Bladon

Clouds
 
I peer through a slatted blind
at the window of your world
and see your pensive moments,
locked in stasis
clouds of smoke
surround your thoughts.
 
what fragmented wonders
exist beyond the shores
and fields and hills
of artificial boundaries?
 
There are no external troubles
and nothing rattles in your mind
you save no place in your design for frenzy
or fast-paced living or needless worry
 
your thoughts are of palm trees and dancing,
of distant lovers in summer nights,
for they are dreams created in clouds of smoke.
~
 
Echoes of Purgatory
 
The echoes of purgatory
as Paradise is lost
in Hellenic majesty
 
olive groves on Mount Olympus
the green grass of ancient
lands that cannot be
seen from on high
 
except in the mind’s eye
searching for a sun-soaked lawn
in lazy August
where dying figures are
given up to the worship of Helios.
~

The Good Old Days
 
Remember the good old days,
when we drove to the shops?
 
Remember when we travelled the globe
and cared little for trees?
 
Remember smog and noise
and starless skies
 
which were replaced by pure streams
and fresh breeze?
 
Still think they were the Good Old Days?     
~ 

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​Henry Bladon is a writer of short fiction and poetry based in Somerset in the UK. He has a PhD from the University of Birmingham. His latest work is the poetic novella 'Notes from the State of OMNESIA.' His work can also be seen in Poetica Review, Pure Slush, Truth Serum Press, and Flash Frontier, among other places.

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