"The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise." Miguel De Cervantes
WARNING: This blog contains lots of spoilers from To Kill A Mocking bird. I suggest you read the book first, then read my opinions of it.

Saturday 6 October 2012

Sunrise

A golden orb emerges from the depths of the horizon with the promise of eternal hope, after an everlasting night of choking darkness, with only the stars piercing the sky. It is as quiet as a butterfly beating its delicate wings, with only the sounds of far off trees crackling and the gentle waves lapping at the pale cliffs echoing about my ears. The audience of this sensational scene is dormant, unaware of the flawless beauty and infrequent stillness that surrounds them. The melody of a lone bird fills the air, breaking the peace that envelops the world at this time. Soon the business of life will aid this bird in its mission. Soon the tranquility of this silence will cease to exist, defeated by the ignorance of man.

Friday 13 July 2012

Red, White, Blue

Red, Anger. Raging socialists screaming at lifeless screens.
White, Innocence. A sickly perfect diamond choir.
Blue, Cold. Freezing spectators lining the icy waters.

Red, Passion. A baby boom 9 months after 'that amazing night with him'.
White, Cleanliness. Hundreds of volunteers slaving over endless cigarette stubs and pieces of chewing gum.
Blue, Loneliness. A solitary scottish duke, forced out of the celebrations.

Red, White, Blue

Listen

A meal in the dining room. A game in the living room. The people are divided. I hear the tip-tap of dog claws on a hard wooden floor, as the small, white balls of fur run from friend to friend. A cry of uproar simultaneously sounds from both rooms. Perhaps a father has told a joke. Perhaps a game has been won and lost. Then through the din, a single melody reaches my ears. It is the smooth blues of a jazz pianist, improvising on the sleek, black piano. I lie back on my pillow and close my eyes to the beautiful music as I sink into the land of dreams.

Wednesday 11 July 2012

Evacuee

Everywhere around me
                                     children cried
                                                           mothers wept
Valiantly I stepped onto the station
A single tear trickled down my face
                                                         my last goodbyes
Carefully I stepped onto the steaming train
Under my shirt butterflies fluttered
Everything I ever knew
                                     lost forever
Everyone I ever knew
                                    never seen again