Tuesday 5 August 2014

2 Poems by Andrew P Weston

It’s Raining Again

Rainbow capsule pearls of liquid transparency,
Each dripping with richness beyond compare,
Bejeweled ambassadors, advancing down my window pane,
Announced by the fanfare of a thousand fingernails.

In stately procession within rivulets of translucent splendor,
Forked lightning patterns, scored in photonegative glory,
Flow within a tympani of drumming resonance,
Beating their cadence upon a skin of glass.

Etched in silver, against the grey,
A cascade of sound and sensation surrounding me,
I am reminded of the primeval womb,
And am lulled to sleep amid a frenzied calm.

It’s raining again,
And I am imbued with a feeling of belonging and peace.

Domestic Violence

A textured rhythm of obsessive behavior,
Expressed in the most basic of ways.
Oscillating between tender, yet compulsive persuasion,
And ever present visceral aggression,
It becomes a self-consuming spiral of Pyrrhic victory,
Creating a flight pattern of decaying respect,
And migrated love.


Andrew P Weston is a military and police veteran from the UK who now lives on the beautiful Greek island of Kos with his wife, Annette, and their growing family of rescue cats. A criminal law and astronomy graduate, he has always had a love of writing and the countryside around his home provides the perfect environment to be creative. He is a contracted writer of both fiction and poetry for several publishing houses and a growing number of well established magazines. Andrew also has the privilege of supporting a number of charities through his work, and, amazingly, still finds the time to submit regular articles for Amazing Stories, and for Astronaut.com.

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