Dreams Flowing, Day after Day

“A Spring of Dreams” is a poetic odyssey that offers solace and inspiration. Explore 365 poems that will make you laugh, cry, and reflect. Get your copy now and let the power of words and emotions embrace your life.

Three hundred and sixty-five poems in all shapes and sizes sprung from dreams and emotion. Published day after day for a year. There are haiku, sonnets, katauta, lanturnes and many other forms – including free form. The moods are as varied as the forms and often reflect my mood on the day. There is sadness and grief, joy and love.

If nothing else – these can provide a small moment in everyone’s stressful lives to stop and contemplate the world in a different way.

Fantasy Epic Poetry

Dive into a world of extended storytelling through poetry. “Andervayne’s Dream and Other Poems” offers a lasting literary experience that encourages revisiting and rediscovery.

In these times of quick gratification and short attention spans, I decided to try and buck the trend and present something not only with greater length but also depth.

The poems in this collection were written over a long period and for different purposes. They are varied but they are all long. And they all represent challenges. Each was a challenge to myself, to sustain a quality of writing for a long period and within tight constraints of form while still telling a story. They also represent and challenge to the reader. The challenge to throw off the pressure of everyday life, the pressure to hurry, hurry, hurry to take the time to read something, absorb it over time.

Such effort needs reward, these poems should not be a one-time quick fix. If the reader is going to put that effort in then there should be a payoff, they should be able to continue to get something from it afterwards. Whether that be from contemplation of what they have digested or from revisiting, rereading and seeing things they missed the first time around. So the final challenge to me was to provide this depth of content – not just quantity.

Something not only with greater length but also depth

A painter in my mind

Step into a world where every shade tells a story. ‘The Colour of Dreams’ invites you to explore the universe through the lens of colour and imagination. #Poetry #Dreamscape”

Immerse yourself in a poetic tapestry that weaves together a myriad of emotions and experiences, all connected by the vibrant thread of colour. This collection invites readers to explore the kaleidoscope of thoughts and moments that mirror the endless hues and diversity of our cosmic existence.

Grim Nostalgia

Let the waves of nostalgia and reflection wash over you with ‘The Well of Sunken Dreams.’ These poems offer a haunting exploration of the dreams that never came true. #Poetry #Nostalgia”

Waves of emotion

This collection of poems is a reflection of my thoughts about this and other darker aspects of modern life. In my other collections, I like to balance this side of my ruminations with more optimistic explorations. This did not seem appropriate here. This is my equivalent of a grunge phase.

It also contains largely previously unpublished works that have not appeared anywhere else.

The Well of Sunken Dreams

Daily Poetry

Each day holds a new dream, a new emotion, and a new perspective in “A Spring of Dreams.” Join Scott Andrew Bailey on a poetic journey that spans a year and encapsulates the essence of life’s varied experiences. #PoetryForLife

Three hundred and sixty-five poems in all shapes and sizes, sprung from dreams and emotion. Published day after day for a year. There are haiku, sonnets, katauta, lanturnes and many other forms – including free form. The moods are as varied as the forms and often reflect my mood on the day. There is sadness and grief, joy and love.

If nothing else – these can provide a small moment in everyone’s stressful lives to stop and contemplate the world in a different way.

Andervayne’s Dream and Other Poems – teaser

Take a break from the hustle and bustle of daily life and savour the rich, lingering experience of Scott Andrew Bailey’s long-form poems. These verses are a testament to the power of patience and reflection.

#poetry #epicpoetry

Andervaynes Dream Excerpt

Andervayne’s Dream and other Poems

Amidst a culture of instant gratification, I sought to defy the norm by offering a collection that values both length and depth. These poems, crafted over time, are not just long but layered with challenges. They push the boundaries of form and storytelling, inviting readers to slow down and savor the experience.

As a writer, my aim was to provide a lasting reward for those willing to invest their time and attention. This collection isn’t a quick fix—it’s an invitation to explore, contemplate, and discover nuances with each revisit. Join me in embracing the challenge of depth over brevity.

The Colour of Dreams

As I sifted through my trove of poetry, intending to curate a selection of fresh, predominantly unpublished pieces, a curious pattern emerged. I realized that colours frequently adorned my titles, and even when absent, the essence of colour permeated many of my verses.

Intrigued by this recurring motif, I made a spontaneous decision: why not compile a second collection? This time, a thematic exploration centred around the vibrant spectrum of colours. Thus, a new project was born—a collection of poems intricately woven together by the common thread of colour.

Within these pages lie a kaleidoscope of musings, a testament to the myriad hues that paint the canvas of our existence. Each poem a brushstroke, capturing fleeting moments and profound emotions, mirroring the boundless diversity of the universe we inhabit.

From the tranquil azure of a summer sky to the fiery blaze of autumnal foliage, from the soft blush of dawn to the velvety darkness of midnight, this collection traverses the entire spectrum of human experience.

So here it is, presented for your contemplation and enjoyment—a celebration of colour in all its splendour, a reflection of the rich tapestry of life itself. Welcome to a world where poetry and colour intertwine, inviting you to immerse yourself in the vibrant symphony of words and hues.

The Colour of Dreams

The Well of Sunken Dreams

As a man navigating the middle-aged realm, I often find myself indulging in quintessentially middle-aged activities. Occasionally, that involves meeting up with a buddy over a couple of pints, delving into the realms of nostalgia.

It’s a scene played out by many like us.

During these sessions, we ponder the past, lamenting its perceived superiority and bemoaning the missed opportunities of today’s youth.

From these conversations emerged a stark realization, one eloquently articulated by Mark Fisher in “Capitalist Realism, Is There No Alternative.” He astutely observes that we belong to a generation sold a dream—a dream that remains unfulfilled. We were promised that hard work and dedication would pave the path to success.

And indeed, we toiled relentlessly for years. Our efforts fueled the success of others, yielding profits and prosperity—but not for us. Instead, we grapple with the harsh realities of everyday life, contending with the relentless rise in living costs, forever haunted by the spectre of homelessness and worse.

The dream was a sham, leaving us disillusioned and powerless.

This collection of poems serves as a reflection of my musings on this disheartening aspect of modern existence. While my previous works often strike a balance between darkness and optimism, such equilibrium feels inappropriate here. Consider this my equivalent of a grunge phase—a raw exploration of disillusionment.

Contained within are predominantly unpublished pieces, offering a glimpse into the depths of my disillusionment that has not been shared elsewhere.

So, crank up those goth tunes and immerse yourself in the abyss of shattered dreams.

The Well of Sunken Dreams

What We’re Fed

By Scott Bailey © 2018

We have reached the point
Where the genuine
Is ridiculed out of fear
So accustomed to lies
They have become
Our staple

Image from Pixabay

In response to my daily prompt Genuine

#DailyPrompt, #amwriting, #postaday

The Colour of Dreams

As I sifted through my trove of poetry, intending to curate a selection of fresh, predominantly unpublished pieces, a curious pattern emerged. I realized that colours frequently adorned my titles, and even when absent, the essence of colour permeated many of my verses.

Intrigued by this recurring motif, I made a spontaneous decision: why not compile a second collection? This time, a thematic exploration centred around the vibrant spectrum of colours. Thus, a new project was born—a collection of poems intricately woven together by the common thread of colour.

Within these pages lie a kaleidoscope of musings, a testament to the myriad hues that paint the canvas of our existence. Each poem a brushstroke, capturing fleeting moments and profound emotions, mirroring the boundless diversity of the universe we inhabit.

From the tranquil azure of a summer sky to the fiery blaze of autumnal foliage, from the soft blush of dawn to the velvety darkness of midnight, this collection traverses the entire spectrum of human experience.

So here it is, presented for your contemplation and enjoyment—a celebration of colour in all its splendour, a reflection of the rich tapestry of life itself. Welcome to a world where poetry and colour intertwine, inviting you to immerse yourself in the vibrant symphony of words and hues.

The Colour of Dreams

A Spring of Dreams

Embark on a poetic journey of 365 pieces, each a unique expression born from dreams and emotions. Spanning diverse forms like haiku, sonnets, and free verse, they mirror my daily mood—ranging from sadness to joy, grief to love.

Amid life’s chaos, these poems offer a brief respite, inviting readers to pause and view the world through a new lens. Join me in discovering solace and reflection within the lines of each verse.

Andervayne’s Dream and other Poems

Amidst a culture of instant gratification, I sought to defy the norm by offering a collection that values both length and depth. These poems, crafted over time, are not just long but layered with challenges. They push the boundaries of form and storytelling, inviting readers to slow down and savor the experience.

As a writer, my aim was to provide a lasting reward for those willing to invest their time and attention. This collection isn’t a quick fix—it’s an invitation to explore, contemplate, and discover nuances with each revisit. Join me in embracing the challenge of depth over brevity.

The Well of Sunken Dreams

As a man navigating the middle-aged realm, I often find myself indulging in quintessentially middle-aged activities. Occasionally, that involves meeting up with a buddy over a couple of pints, delving into the realms of nostalgia.

It’s a scene played out by many like us.

During these sessions, we ponder the past, lamenting its perceived superiority and bemoaning the missed opportunities of today’s youth.

From these conversations emerged a stark realization, one eloquently articulated by Mark Fisher in “Capitalist Realism, Is There No Alternative.” He astutely observes that we belong to a generation sold a dream—a dream that remains unfulfilled. We were promised that hard work and dedication would pave the path to success.

And indeed, we toiled relentlessly for years. Our efforts fueled the success of others, yielding profits and prosperity—but not for us. Instead, we grapple with the harsh realities of everyday life, contending with the relentless rise in living costs, forever haunted by the spectre of homelessness and worse.

The dream was a sham, leaving us disillusioned and powerless.

This collection of poems serves as a reflection of my musings on this disheartening aspect of modern existence. While my previous works often strike a balance between darkness and optimism, such equilibrium feels inappropriate here. Consider this my equivalent of a grunge phase—a raw exploration of disillusionment.

Contained within are predominantly unpublished pieces, offering a glimpse into the depths of my disillusionment that has not been shared elsewhere.

So, crank up those goth tunes and immerse yourself in the abyss of shattered dreams.

The Well of Sunken Dreams

Now Available

Two new collections, varied and contrasting. One is an exploration of modern life and the broken promises of a generation, and the other is life through the lens of a myriad of colours.

The Well of Sunken Dreams

Being a middle-aged man – I do middle-aged man things. Sometimes. One is meeting with my middle-aged friend and getting nostalgic over a pint or two of beer.

Like many others.

We contemplate how things were better, how the youth of today are missing out on what we had.

Out of these conversations came a realisation, one that we found was articulated with frightening clarity by Mark Fisher in “Capitalist Realism, Is There No Alternative”. He makes the observation that we are of a generation that was sold a dream, a dream that did not come true. We were told that if we worked hard, and dedicated ourselves we would do well.

Well, we did, work hard, for many years. Blood sweat and tears make our employees successful, generating profit and success.

But not for us. We still struggle in the day-to-day reality. We fight the rising cost of living and the shadow that we’re a few bad weeks away from homelessness or worse.

The dreams were a lie. And there is nothing left we can do about it.

This collection of poems is a reflection of my thoughts about this and other darker aspects of modern life. In my other collections, I like to balance this side of my ruminations with more optimistic explorations. This did not seem appropriate here. This is my equivalent of a grunge phase.

It also contains largely previously unpublished works that have not appeared anywhere else.

Make no mistake though, this is not just a collection for grumpy old men. This also covers people of all ages and all sexes. It reflects what we all feel. And just as we men should read more works by women and come to understand a different point of view, then also I hope that some women might read this and come to understand us a little bit more.

So, stick on those goth tunes and wallow in the well of broken dreams.

The Colour of Dreams

As I immersed myself in the pages of my poetic endeavours, initially intending to curate a selection of new and mostly unpublished verses, an unexpected revelation unfolded. Leafing through the diverse tapestry of my creations, I discerned a recurrent thread—colours, vibrant and evocative, weaving through titles and themes alike.

Thus emerged the inspiration for a second collection, distinct yet intimately connected. Welcome to a poetic anthology where hues take centre stage, binding verses together with the common thread of colour. This compilation encapsulates a spectrum of thoughts and moments, mirroring the boundless variety and richness of the universe that cradles our existence.

Presented here is a journey through the kaleidoscope of emotions and experiences, inviting readers to witness the interplay of words and colours on this vibrant canvas. Stay tuned for the unveiling of the companion collection, promising another exploration of poetic landscapes beyond the realm of colour.

Exquisite

By Scott Bailey 2017

Exquisite black lace
Sheer black nylon
Spicy perfume air
Smooth black hair
Blood red lips
Deep blue eyes
Soft warm skin
Hot pulsing blood
Cool night beckons
Exquisite black lace

Image from Pixabay

Welcome to my dreams

Slip away for a few hours, into other worlds – away from all the troubles of this one.

The Well of Suinken Dreams

Dive into the depths of reflection with this raw and poignant collection. Explore the disillusionment of a generation sold a dream that never materialized. Through unfiltered verses, uncover the truth of modern existence and confront the harsh realities of unfulfilled promises. This is poetry that speaks to the soul, offering solace in shared experiences and a glimpse into the shadows of our collective consciousness.

The Well of Sunken Dreams

The Colour of Dreams

Experience the world through a kaleidoscope of emotions in this vibrant anthology. Journey through verses intricately woven with the hues of life, each colour painting a unique narrative on the canvas of existence. From the depths of sorrow to the heights of joy, explore the myriad shades that define our dreams and aspirations. Embark on this poetic odyssey where words and colours intertwine, inviting you to immerse yourself in the beauty of expression.

The Colour of Dreams

Mankind Limited

Marc trudged on with life, marching in line with his fellow workers. Weighed down by the everyday burdens of life, the pressure to conform, to succeed or face destitution.

Yet he knew, in his heart that it was all wrong, the questions squirmed like fiery dragons in the pit of his heart, beneath his deepest darkest doubts.

Until they grew and burst his sanity, set him on a path of defiance and rebellion. A path that would cross three others – all like him seeking answers.

A path of danger and adventure that would see him marked as a terrorist and fleeing for his life. It would see him find love and heartbreak, hope and despair, Most of all, it would open his eye to the possibility of an ancient and powerful secret that might answer all his doubts and fears.

If he survived.

Thirteen Tales of Ghosts

As the title says – thirteen tales about ghosts. Yet, while ghosts feature in them all – not all are traditional ghost stories.

You will find the vengeful spirit but also the plaintiff one. The haunting message from the past and the playful spirits capturing the joy of their past lives.

Some of these visitors from beyond lead the haunted to peace and joy – others take them on much darker paths to places with no return.

Enjoy them – just don’t get too comfortable.

A Spring of Dreams

Three hundred and sixty-five poems in all shapes and sizes, sprung from dreams and emotion. Published day after day for a year. There are haiku, sonnets, katauta, lanturnes and many other forms – including free form.

The moods are as varied as the forms and often reflect my mood on the day. There is sadness and grief, joy and love. If nothing else – these can provide a small moment in everyone’s stressful lives to stop and contemplate the world in a different way.

Andervayne’s Dream and Other Poems

In these times of quick gratification and short attention spans, I decided to try and buck the trend and present something not only with greater length but also depth.

The poems in this collection were written over a long period and for different purposes. They are varied but they are all long. And they all represent challenges. Each was a challenge to myself, to sustain a quality of writing for a long period and within tight constraints of form while still telling a story. They also represent and challenge the reader. To throw off the pressure of everyday life, the pressure to hurry, hurry, hurry to take the time to read something, absorb it over time.

Such effort needs reward, these poems should not be a one-time quick fix. If the reader is going to put that effort in then there should be a payoff, they should be able to continue to get something from it afterwards. Whether that be from contemplation of what they have digested or from revisiting, rereading and seeing things they missed the first time around. So the final challenge to me was to provide this depth of content – not just quantity.


A Spring of Dreams

Embark on a poetic journey of 365 pieces, each a unique expression born from dreams and emotions. Spanning diverse forms like haiku, sonnets, and free verse, they mirror my daily mood—ranging from sadness to joy, grief to love.

Amid life’s chaos, these poems offer a brief respite, inviting readers to pause and view the world through a new lens. Join me in discovering solace and reflection within the lines of each verse.

Andervayne’s Dream and other Poems

Amidst a culture of instant gratification, I sought to defy the norm by offering a collection that values both length and depth. These poems, crafted over time, are not just long but layered with challenges. They push the boundaries of form and storytelling, inviting readers to slow down and savor the experience.

As a writer, my aim was to provide a lasting reward for those willing to invest their time and attention. This collection isn’t a quick fix—it’s an invitation to explore, contemplate, and discover nuances with each revisit. Join me in embracing the challenge of depth over brevity.

The Colour of Dreams

As I sifted through my trove of poetry, intending to curate a selection of fresh, predominantly unpublished pieces, a curious pattern emerged. I realized that colours frequently adorned my titles, and even when absent, the essence of colour permeated many of my verses.

Intrigued by this recurring motif, I made a spontaneous decision: why not compile a second collection? This time, a thematic exploration centred around the vibrant spectrum of colours. Thus, a new project was born—a collection of poems intricately woven together by the common thread of colour.

Within these pages lie a kaleidoscope of musings, a testament to the myriad hues that paint the canvas of our existence. Each poem a brushstroke, capturing fleeting moments and profound emotions, mirroring the boundless diversity of the universe we inhabit.

From the tranquil azure of a summer sky to the fiery blaze of autumnal foliage, from the soft blush of dawn to the velvety darkness of midnight, this collection traverses the entire spectrum of human experience.

So here it is, presented for your contemplation and enjoyment—a celebration of colour in all its splendour, a reflection of the rich tapestry of life itself. Welcome to a world where poetry and colour intertwine, inviting you to immerse yourself in the vibrant symphony of words and hues.

The Colour of Dreams

The Well of Sunken Dreams

As a man navigating the middle-aged realm, I often find myself indulging in quintessentially middle-aged activities. Occasionally, that involves meeting up with a buddy over a couple of pints, delving into the realms of nostalgia.

It’s a scene played out by many like us.

During these sessions, we ponder the past, lamenting its perceived superiority and bemoaning the missed opportunities of today’s youth.

From these conversations emerged a stark realization, one eloquently articulated by Mark Fisher in “Capitalist Realism, Is There No Alternative.” He astutely observes that we belong to a generation sold a dream—a dream that remains unfulfilled. We were promised that hard work and dedication would pave the path to success.

And indeed, we toiled relentlessly for years. Our efforts fueled the success of others, yielding profits and prosperity—but not for us. Instead, we grapple with the harsh realities of everyday life, contending with the relentless rise in living costs, forever haunted by the spectre of homelessness and worse.

The dream was a sham, leaving us disillusioned and powerless.

This collection of poems serves as a reflection of my musings on this disheartening aspect of modern existence. While my previous works often strike a balance between darkness and optimism, such equilibrium feels inappropriate here. Consider this my equivalent of a grunge phase—a raw exploration of disillusionment.

Contained within are predominantly unpublished pieces, offering a glimpse into the depths of my disillusionment that has not been shared elsewhere.

So, crank up those goth tunes and immerse yourself in the abyss of shattered dreams.

The Well of Sunken Dreams

Now Available

Two new collections, varied and contrasting. One is an exploration of modern life and the broken promises of a generation, and the other is life through the lens of a myriad of colours.

The Well of Sunken Dreams

Being a middle-aged man – I do middle-aged man things. Sometimes. One is meeting with my middle-aged friend and getting nostalgic over a pint or two of beer.

Like many others.

We contemplate how things were better, how the youth of today are missing out on what we had.

Out of these conversations came a realisation, one that we found was articulated with frightening clarity by Mark Fisher in “Capitalist Realism, Is There No Alternative”. He makes the observation that we are of a generation that was sold a dream, a dream that did not come true. We were told that if we worked hard, and dedicated ourselves we would do well.

Well, we did, work hard, for many years. Blood sweat and tears make our employees successful, generating profit and success.

But not for us. We still struggle in the day-to-day reality. We fight the rising cost of living and the shadow that we’re a few bad weeks away from homelessness or worse.

The dreams were a lie. And there is nothing left we can do about it.

This collection of poems is a reflection of my thoughts about this and other darker aspects of modern life. In my other collections, I like to balance this side of my ruminations with more optimistic explorations. This did not seem appropriate here. This is my equivalent of a grunge phase.

It also contains largely previously unpublished works that have not appeared anywhere else.

Make no mistake though, this is not just a collection for grumpy old men. This also covers people of all ages and all sexes. It reflects what we all feel. And just as we men should read more works by women and come to understand a different point of view, then also I hope that some women might read this and come to understand us a little bit more.

So, stick on those goth tunes and wallow in the well of broken dreams.

The Colour of Dreams

As I immersed myself in the pages of my poetic endeavours, initially intending to curate a selection of new and mostly unpublished verses, an unexpected revelation unfolded. Leafing through the diverse tapestry of my creations, I discerned a recurrent thread—colours, vibrant and evocative, weaving through titles and themes alike.

Thus emerged the inspiration for a second collection, distinct yet intimately connected. Welcome to a poetic anthology where hues take centre stage, binding verses together with the common thread of colour. This compilation encapsulates a spectrum of thoughts and moments, mirroring the boundless variety and richness of the universe that cradles our existence.

Presented here is a journey through the kaleidoscope of emotions and experiences, inviting readers to witness the interplay of words and colours on this vibrant canvas. Stay tuned for the unveiling of the companion collection, promising another exploration of poetic landscapes beyond the realm of colour.

Trace

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Water traces curves
Of showered, moist skin, fingers
Follow down to play

Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com

Buff

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Buff is a box
An almost fraternity
They try to squeeze you in
At any cost.

Some of us
Obviously won’t fit
So are discarded
Straight away

We are the ones
To watch
We are the ones
That bring the change

We are the ones
To fear

Photo by Mister Mister on Pexels.com

Trading spaces

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Trading spaces

To be another
Would it bring wisdom
Or confusion
Would it destroy
Our sense of selves
Or broaden it
Photo by Anete Lusina on Pexels.com

Detonations

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Magical detonations
Stars dying
Dust flying
Seeding us
Not all explosions
Bring death

Photo by Damir Mijailovic on Pexels.com

Tears

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Happy Happy joy joy

Tears of joy 
They warmed my cheeks
When you first smiled at me
My son
These days
Teardrops are frozen 
With a thousand
Fears
Photo by Kindel Media on Pexels.com

Judgement Day

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Judgement Day

Perhaps 
Today's leaders
Don't fear Judgement 
They know
There will be 
No one left to judge
Them

Photo by Viridiana Ortiz on Pexels.com

Spiral

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Deja Vu

History repeats
Only more intense
It's not a cycle
It's a spiral
Down to doom
Photo by Francesco Paggiaro on Pexels.com

Memories

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Sunlight pleases him
Teases him with memories
Blotting out real life

Photo by Mathias P.R. Reding on Pexels.com

Old

By Scott Bailey © 2017

I am nothing to behold
I am weak and I am old
My mind has given up
My body
Was always a schlup

Now should come the switch
The uplifting twist in the tail
But my mind has given up
And once again I fail

Photo by Craig Dennis on Pexels.com

Let It All Out

By Scott Bailey © 2017

This is is age
Of SHOUT first
Ask questions later
Of passion
Without pause
On consequences
With no apparent cause
Denial
Blame
Anger

Just think

Image from Pixabay

A Dream I have

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Idyllic

A well kept garden
A hidden nook at the edge
By a stream
Overlooking a valley
I sit and write
It is a dream I have
Fishing hut on the River Teviot by Oliver Dixon is licensed under CC-BY-SA 2.0

Bruised

By Scott Bailey © 2013

 

He would never see his son again.

Unless…

Unless he went made it through today. Found the strength from somewhere. Put aside his pain.

The trauma his son had suffered had not been at his hands. Logically there was no responsibility for it on his shoulders.

Logic was a weak fence against raw emotion. Emotion that told him that he had failed as a father, that the protection he was supposed to give had been lacking, just that once.

Nobody agreed with him.

That made no difference.

So, he would not compound failure with failure. This was his last chance. He would take it.

He had tried all other avenues. Therapy, prayer, medication. Nothing worked, Yet what it had done was show him the way. It had made clear the path he needed to tread.

So he took a deep breath and rose from his seat. He nodded to the doctor signalling his readiness. The doctor frowned but kept his piece. He opened the door and let him enter his son’s room.

The room was sparse, clinical. His son lay curled on top of the bedsheets, motionless. Awake but unresponsive. He did not look up or acknowledge his father’s entrance.

There was a small bedside table to the left of the bed on which sat a plastic beaker of water. The bed was positioned by the window. Sunlight tried to make an impression on the coldness of the room but failed. The only other furniture was a white chest of drawers and some empty white bookshelves.

Then there were the books.

The books, many many books, that should have rested on the shelves or strewn on the floor. An impressive collection for one so young.

They hung impossibly in the air.

He sighed. He knew what came next. It had all become familiar to him. This time though he did not avoid it. He did not flinch or try to defend himself. This time he smiled at his son.

The books flew at him. As if thrown by immense strength and anger. The hard spines whacked into his flesh like dull nails. Again and again and again. Raining pain upon his body. The books that hit him fell to the ground limply, twitched like dying flies, then were suddenly whisked up and flung again.

There was no let-up.

He could feel his body being pummelled into a bloody bruised mess. But he took it. Stood calmly, raised his arms towards his son and kept smiling. Gave all he had left to him – gave him his unconditional love. Took the punishment not meant for him.

The books whirled faster as the rage grew. Like a tornado of leather and card, they descended on him, pounded him. The pain passed over what was bearable to no longer being processable – so he no longer felt it. He knew he would not last much longer – if this continued his body would fail him. Darkness crept inwards along the edges of his eyes. He kept smiling, locked his legs and stood, arms out.

The whirl became a darkness that was trying to beat his flesh from his bones. He felt like the bones themselves were splintering beneath.

Then it stopped.

Suddenly all the books fell to the floor. Sunlight sprang into the room as if a lock had burst.

His son looked up and held out his arms for his father.

Photo by Kindel Media on Pexels.com

Competition

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Competition


Stats
And myself
These are my competitors
When did the stats
Creep in?

Catapults and Boiled Sweets

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Catapults and boiled sweets
Sailing boats and jam jars
Watching tadpoles
Playing in the woods
Hunting newts
Swings and roundabouts
Wistful thinking
For the days
That never were

Photo by Ylanite Koppens on Pexels.com

Roots

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Local flavour

Here my roots are deep
I am nourished
I can reach out to the world
I don't need to go there

The Tip of the Flame

Tip of the Flame
Image from Pixabay

By Scott Bailey © 2015

The glint in the dark
From the deep of the cave
The thirst that draws
The primitive out

Out from the dark
Out from the safe
Into the harsh
Changes of life

Leaping from age to age
The fire that burns inside
Connecting us over time
To the fires that have passed

Every ancestor who held it
Was a winner in their life
Success upon success
And you are the tip of that peak

Alone

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Stranded

All alone
Stranger in a strange land
But alive
Next step
Taken in fear?
Or as a chance
To start again
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Holding Hands

By Scott Bailey © 2016

Tiny, warm, fragile
Fingers tightly holding mine
Treasured memories

Image from Pixabay

Swords and Bows and Lore

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Bedtime Stories

Swords and bows
Chivalry and Justice
Robbing to rich
To pay the poor
King’s who were not above the law
And magic
Ancient lore
These were the stories
That filled my head before bed
What happened to those times?
Photo by Mikhail Nilov on Pexels.com

In the night

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, INTJ

I like to walk
Late at night
In peaceful darkness
Treading by starlight
Comforted by silence
Secured by solitude and peace
The parties are overrated
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Menagerie

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Menagerie

Life these days
Sometimes it seems
Those who profess
To lead our countries
Are nothing but a menagerie of animals

But animals do not seek war
Or wealth
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Impossible

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Impossible

Life these days
Seems impossible
We have to remember
These obstacles
These weights and walls
Were made by us
We just have to find the strength
To remove them
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Bone of Contention

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Bone of Contention

You fly the yellow and blue flag
You welcome them with open arms
This is all good
It is the least we can do
But you
Left children to drown in terror
Because they did not look like us

Their bones
Will contend you
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Show and Tell

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Show and Tell

Leaders
It is time
Words are not the measure 
Of your worth
Show us
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Comfort Zone

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Comfort Zone

Fires rage
But not here
Bombs fall
But not here
People starve
But not here
Only when this comfort zone
Is breached
Will we really act
But our ability to do so
Will be inadeqaute
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Adrift

By Scott Bailey © 2017

Adrift
Lost
Floating
Free
No goals
No direction
No chains
Just reflection
Sparkling stars
Burning sun
Gentle waves
Life undone
Free
Floating
Lost
Adrift

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Sailing, Unfettered

By Scott Bailey © 2017

I am a ship
Crowded into the harbour wall
Anchored sound
And safe
But I can see the sea
Beyond the gap
Calling
Lulling
The storms come
The harbour shields
But still, I am tossed
And battered by
Uncaring waves
The chain is strained
The anchor holds
For now
So many storms I have seen
How many more
Before the chain breaks
Setting me free
Lost at sea
Sailing unfettered
Unmoored

Photo by Scott Bailey