Peter Paul Rubens’s copy of The Battle of Anghiari Picture courtesy of http://www.leonardodavinci.net Screams, oh ye gods the screams!
they ring in my mind forever it seems.
The memories won’t leave me be
of that battle I cannot be free
I saw men hacked to death
leaving families bereft
As sword reigned down on all
cutting a swathe like trees did fall
I saw arms cut clean and blood flow free
heads rolled by, sightless eyes I did see
One seemed to talk back in shock
another screamed as it smashed against rock
Brain flew from intelligent skulls
and spear pierced many making holes
Bellies cut open, guts spilled
as entrails lay across the battlefield
Blood-soaked this green land was
where once children played, now lost
Only ghosts now haunt that place
the slaughter of many had no face
The madness took me then
from which there’ no defence
I wonder if I’m alive or dead
as I stare at my enemy’s head…
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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