Not I at all – on air Broadcast.

Thanks again go out to to Ion (Nuke) Newcombe over at AntipodeanSF for including another of the accompanied recordings af one of my Mythologically inspired poems 'Not I At All'on the AntiSF Radio Show, If you would like to hear Not I At All, tune it at the 20:44 minute mark. Hope you enjoy the poem.

Maketh The Man – on air Broadcast.

My heartfelt thanks and great pleasure to Ion Newcombe over at AntipodeanSF for including another of the accompanied recordings af one of my Mythologically inspired poems 'Maketh The Man on the AntiSF Radio Show, It's a great show with a reading by Linda R Young, but if you especially want to hear Maketh The Man, tune it …

The Day Craft – on air broadcast

I'm delighted to share that my spoken word recording of The Day Craft has been broadcast by Antipodean SF. Th. e poem comes in at around the 3 minute mark, but do have a listen to the reading by Eugen M. Bacon, as well. Hope you enjoy the poem and my thanks to Ion and …

siren (is all)

set my lure send my call fill the air with the scent of me and that is all ~ wait patient I wait the night is long the dark is deep I trust my lure and I trust my bait come to me come to me I sing the song come to me oh come …

in the path

From my new Seventeen Syllable Poetry blog. we who stand in the path of the storm may flare our lightning roar thunder ~

the search for truth

tonight I eat the roasted meat gifted me by the friend who strayed from his herd to fall beneath my spear charred and brown hot juices soak my beard where do you come from beast friend I found you and slew you I cut you down with reverence in my heart but where were you …

oracle midwife (cubist morning : picasso day)

his middle eye is focused on something still to come his other one is watching us with one ear he’s listening the other is not here his lips are murmuring whispers of what will be what will be of what has been a gesture an incantation tics and twitches and shouts and screams birthing rites …

Top 5 – Mythologically inspired poems

Concluding the  retrospective posts, I had in mind to showcase a few poems from the Drought/Lagoon collection. When I came to look at it, however, I found it troubling reading (again) and I found I didn't wish to focus on a set that was quite so grim, especially immediately after the Surviving the Devil set yesterday. …

Way Poem #17: Boat to the Island

The good folk at The Drabble have given me a lovely Christmas gift by publishing one of my Way Poems – #17 the island, today.

Thank you Drabblers, I am delighted.

The Way poems were a little set that arose rather loosely from a consideration of Tao and the way it might be seen to work in different scenarios, and it’s lovely to see one of them in print.

Cheers,

Frank

By Frank Prem

boat
the current calls

will you carry me

unfurl your sail
then let us drift together
beneath the sun

the lazy breeze
knows me well
and to where I’m bound

~

boat
raise a little wake
for me

that I might feel the salt
and spray
as though we sail
for pleasure

my friend the breeze
has riffled my shirt
and you
are steadfast

~

boat
let’s circle once
this island

the surf
broken on a shoal

the harbor

then tell the breeze
that I am ready
to ride the current
and her sweet luff
home

      
BIO: Frank Prem has self-published three collections of his work, The Book of Evenings (2003), Memoir of a Dog (2008), and Small Town Kid (2009).

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a mythfit ambling

well I have been away joe-campbel-ling back through the years and stars and drawings of by shamen and potsherds of the mother the scattering of osiris I have been away campbell-ambling from the bang wading through the cosmos with the bodies of jesus and mary at light speed still trying to rise to heaven and …