Category: Alec Bell

Evening

Evening

A boy is fishing,
tiny on the mighty river’s
bank. He dreams his catch.


Full

Full

Nothing but the void
has space enough to contain
multiplicity


Inert

Inert

Immobilised now,
not a hint of sentience.
Time at last halted.


Recollected


Silently

Silently

The deep winter night
allows the tree a dreaming time.
Sap oozes slowly.


The Way

The Way

Ends and beginnings
cycle perpetually.
Yang dances with Yin.


Watchful.

Watchful.

Those amber eyes,
narrow, slit-shaped irises,
what world do they see?


Empathy?

Empathy?

Can you read her face,
is she wearing hope or pain?
Her visage a mask.


For Mark

For Mark

Humankind, smart beasts
who’ve discovered mind and words,
thumbs on the button.


Hibernation

Hibernation

The monster dreaming
of the cosmic emptiness.
The desert stars bright.