Alone, in a crowded place

Slowly – she passes
Through the sunken streets
Under windows
Under eyes

Each window
A view from a secret world
A thousand worlds
In isolation

Just one Buongiorno
From window to window
Across a sunken street
Full of life – and love

The isolation lifts
With one fruitful good morning
Isolation lifts
And the buzz of life begins



Morning Mist

Morning Mist,
Oh, Morning Mist.

Observed from hilltop vantage point.

Like morning haze
Glaze left on morning eyes
Wo-ken from sleep
Too soon.

One leaf, two leaves

Tree in Winter (c) SJ Murphy

One leaf, two leaves
Three leaves, four

Lasted through the winter gales
Await new leaves to push through
Once the springtime thaw begins

I’ve stood and watched you many times
Expecting next time you’ll be gone
You’ve held strong – and for that I applaud

Strong while all around you fell
You’ll take your place among the mulch
But ’til then stand strong and paint

A picture of abandonment
A picture of solitude
A picture of dignity

One leaf, two leaves
Three leaves, four

Poems in Tuck Magazine

Wooooohooooo – two of my poems have been published in the February issue of Tuck Magazine, an online monthly featuring ART, PHOTOGRAPHY, FLASH-FICTION, BOOK REVIEWS and of course POETRY. Please pop over and have a look, this is where my poems are TUCK MAGAZINE but when you’ve had a look at my work, please spend some time there and have a look at other people’s poems, photographs and art work. There’s some great stuff there.

Thanks very much to Val and the TUCK Team for including my poems ! I’ve submitted some photographs which I’m hoping will appear on the TUCK pages at some time in the near future – so watch this space.

Steve 🙂

The Deity Awaits Execution

If you’ve read Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad or seen Francis Ford Coppola’s Apocalypse Now – you’ll know the story ~

Deep in the jungle
          hunter searches out prey.

Alone in a crowd
            man among boys
beads of sweat thinning blood, thoughts distorted.

Morning mist
      burns off
            leaving a void
                  like the void
when thoughts linger home.

Closer and closer
          the prey in sight
       bodies hanging
          beads of blood thinning sweat,

The prey
        Commands his troops
        A deity worshipped
        Every word the gospel
        According to Kurtz.

There to bear the killer blow
         how to deliver
            the executioner’s last tune
to eyes so sure

and leave the weak
                        to fend ?

Women and children
       among Hollow Men.

For @dVersePoets #openlinknight

God of the Northern Wind

(c) SJ Murphy

God of the Northern Wind
Be gentle while I muse
Allow me
Watch the waves
Allow the
Through aching veins

Inspired by Diana Lee’s (@Diana605) Cold Infusion

Ode to an English Village by the Sea

Boscastle, Cornwall, UK (c) SJ Murphy


Whitewashed walls, fresh paint year on year
Dry stone walls herd rapids, don’t run wild.
“Floods hit this town” yon tourists flocked to hear,
“Waters ran from yonder hills”. Man and child
Sought safety, rooftops, high ground far and near.
Only the brave, or foolish, as big butch Oscar Wilde
Stayed low as waters rushing passed, cleared
Shop signs, chairs and cars until, all was reconciled.


Winds raise the sea and waves rush in and smash,
But summer’s beauty, like the softest velvet kiss
Rebuts the storm, a distant memory, in a flash
Maelstrom launched from mind to yonder abyss.
Thousands of miles the Swallow comes to dash
And dance, and swoop and sway. Would be remiss
If bells and drums stayed silent, hit and bash,
Rejoice, embrace this softest velvet bliss.

Pop along to and have a look at some wonderful Odes – thanks for the prompt Gay !! I was very much “out of my comfort zone” but thoroughly enjoyed writing this one 🙂