Drax ...

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Drax ... Biography

I was born in Co Tyrone, Ireland in the middle of the last century. E. M. Forster said a writer should live for thirty years first. I have focused on the writing and not the publication. I wrote my first poem over 40 years ago and followed that with ongoing creative and journal entries. Lack of focus and preoccupation with everyday life saw this early work lost and the practice of writing only picked up quite by accident in 1994 when writing a panel for a promotional brochure. Now I constantly note, I sketch fragments and write (and read) almost daily. I develop ideas/drafts, experiment with form and study poetry and linguistic guides. My inspiration is often drawn from a single word or a fleeting image that is skewed in some way, that jumps out unbidden, often unwanted. Poetry to me is just how much living you can squeeze into nebulous years and how you can distil some of the sights and sounds and smells of living into a poetry stew.. simmering away …an odd day the dog can almost eat it…: -))

The Best Poem Of Drax ...

An Empty Puppet

I hold the supple skin of your middle,
firm..
as you dance your firedance,
I lose myself in your circle
and we become as one.
The weaving of my bones to the night,
I wait on the whim of your star
standing in my lone heart shoes.
The colours of your aura
imprinted on my mind.
I dance the steps of the possessed
and I fall down
down.
An empty puppet
loves lost strings tangled and torn

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