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"Remnants", page 48

"A Deeper Sky", poem 143

Poetry written up to the end of 2024, both volumes available on Amazon. Both in paperback and e-reader; "A Deeper Sky" also as hardcover. If interested in signed copies, DM me to discuss.

amazon .com links:
tinyurl.com/Remnants-Amazon-US
tinyurl.com/DeeperSkyAmazon

For Amazon UK link, see my author homepage:
tinyurl.com/fc3njxup

Also on Rakuten Kobo

Boosts appreciated.

Rhythm

Soft waves, stroke the shore!
Take your fill of yielding rock.
It stands, defenceless.

Reintegrate

Millennia ache
in this heart, tired with longing
for a home, long lost.

Companion

Whispers in the wind,
and oozing gold of sunlight,
reveal shy beauty.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

Alt...Rhythm Soft waves, stroke the shore! Take your fill of yielding rock. It stands, defenceless. Reintegrate Millennia ache in this heart, tired with longing for a home, long lost. Companion Whispers in the wind, and oozing gold of sunlight, reveal shy beauty. © Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

Plea in Bar

Please, let this storm
take me, across the void –
this aching, empty dark –
and bring trust to the fire of love, again.
Too much, of blood, has passed –
our souls revealed, too bare –
for steadfast stone
to bar our fated way.
If I must wait, and weep,
the stars will hear
the raging of the tempest in my heart;
will listen for a call of welcome home.
Please, let this storm
not pass, and leave me, lone.
My curse, to know I have betrayed our hope.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

Alt...Plea in Bar Please, let this storm take me, across the void – this aching, empty dark – and bring trust to the fire of love, again. Too much, of blood, has passed – our souls revealed, too bare – for steadfast stone to bar our fated way. If I must wait, and weep, the stars will hear the raging of the tempest in my heart; will listen for a call of welcome home. Please, let this storm not pass, and leave me, lone. My curse, to know I have betrayed our hope. © Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

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    Bards

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    Bards

Remember, when
we would sing, together?
Soprano, and bass, mixed
impromptu; our words joined,
melding our hearts?

We sang of skies
full of strange mysteries;
of dreams that remembered
hidden harmonies, long
lost in time’s vault.

We filled the air
with silent melodies;
as pagan psalms, chanted
to the stars, making our
darkness holy.

Remember when
we sang, in the temple
of the Poetic Gods?
Before we sang solo,
breaking the tune.

I remember.
But I sing, now, as once
before, a lesser hymn.
We have lost the glory,
and the sky weeps.

Remember, then
for the sake of the song,
the honour of the verse,
and love of harmony,
how we once sang.

And I will weep
in the holy moonlight,
whenever I recall
how we offered beauty
through our music.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

    Alt...Bards Remember, when we would sing, together? Soprano, and bass, mixed impromptu; our words joined, melding our hearts? We sang of skies full of strange mysteries; of dreams that remembered hidden harmonies, long lost in time’s vault. We filled the air with silent melodies; as pagan psalms, chanted to the stars, making our darkness holy. Remember when we sang, in the temple of the Poetic Gods? Before we sang solo, breaking the tune. I remember. But I sing, now, as once before, a lesser hymn. We have lost the glory, and the sky weeps. Remember, then for the sake of the song, the honour of the verse, and love of harmony, how we once sang. And I will weep in the holy moonlight, whenever I recall how we offered beauty through our music. © Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

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      @freemo @admitsWrongIfProven Not sure which poem it's referring to but I would take the notes anyway, it's interesting.

      And always I thought when people wrote songs or that explaining the imagery and purpose of would be far better for (meaningful stuff) than any bliss without knowing why they made it and what for... :) So no harm done / better knowing and understanding the ...

      thanks, also check hashtag later if you get a chance.

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        Dunraven

        © Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

        Dunraven

Hungry tides, break
your heart against a black,
unyielding stone; explode
in weeping spray, and
keen, for a lost embrace.

The sky is cold
as iron’s grip. The wind,
its breath of discord, howls
the wordless protest of
a lost, forsaken soul.

I hear her, still,
and feel horrific loss
across the years; what kills
the travails of each life,
to bind our hands, alone?

Ghosts of other
sorrows roam this ruined
hill; in silence, hearing,
hushed with empathy, all
our faint voices lament.

Blood sealed our fate.
It is not complete, Say,
how long? As Gods blink, they
forget. Say, how long, how
much longer, must we wait?

Too many lives,
too many ages, held
in water’s rage, in shore’s
defiance, in the wind’s
lament of remembrance.

Once more, my love,
Sun must set, Moon pass to
shade, before weary, yet
kind days, may promise all
another shore witnessed.

© Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

        Alt...Dunraven Hungry tides, break your heart against a black, unyielding stone; explode in weeping spray, and keen, for a lost embrace. The sky is cold as iron’s grip. The wind, its breath of discord, howls the wordless protest of a lost, forsaken soul. I hear her, still, and feel horrific loss across the years; what kills the travails of each life, to bind our hands, alone? Ghosts of other sorrows roam this ruined hill; in silence, hearing, hushed with empathy, all our faint voices lament. Blood sealed our fate. It is not complete, Say, how long? As Gods blink, they forget. Say, how long, how much longer, must we wait? Too many lives, too many ages, held in water’s rage, in shore’s defiance, in the wind’s lament of remembrance. Once more, my love, Sun must set, Moon pass to shade, before weary, yet kind days, may promise all another shore witnessed. © Simon J Ashcroft, 2025

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