The In-Between

The romantic thing to think would be that this comes from a dark place in my soul and portrays some kind of nightmare world. The reality is that this was written immediately after a long round of Alien: Isolation, in which I always end up spending most of my time hiding in a locker listening to the Xenomorph banging around in the vents and panicking at every shadow.

The In-Between is a dark, foul place,
where shadows tear themselves from walls,
and screams come silent, choking, gasping,
oceans boil and caverns roar,
and birds of ash make nests of fire,
as thunder rocks the castle wall,
and cannon rain down from the sky,
an endless, nameless, gaping maw.
Where wealthy men are much reduced
to grovel in the dirt for coin,
while poor men even farther fall,
and in that bitter pain find joy,
for they at least are in-between,
and must soon travel on.
The others do not fare so well,
so wake up, friend. Be gone.

Words – A poem for people who can’t think of any

How could you ever have thought of a thing,
if there wasn’t a word to describe it?
It’s on the tip of your tongue, but the word never comes.
You can try, but you’ll never find it!

Maybe the word just hasn’t been made,
or perhaps it was lost and forgotten.
It could even be stuck with the wrong kind of thing,
feeling useless and bored and just rotten!

Well what can be done if you think of a thing,
but you struggle to find a good word?
Just think! Think of a word with no thing,
and shout it! It needs to be heard!

All of the best words are made up, you know,
like ‘bicycle’, ‘spoon’ and ‘tomato’.
Shakespeare himself invented the ‘bump’,
‘excitement’ and ‘moonbeam’ and ‘elbow’ (as a verb)

So if you think of a thing that hasn’t been thought,
And it hasn’t a name, don’t be scared!
Just think of the silliest, stupidest sound,
and hey! You’ve just invented a word!