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Tuesday, 13 January 2015

They sent me away

They sent me away, they did, smiling and waving, few provisions in my sack, no compass, save the flickering stars

And what a night it was, howling moaning wind whispering through every part of my poor aching body

Speaking softly and slowly a prayer from an ancient book: Help me, O LORD my God: O save me according to thy mercy* …

And there it was, just the fact of a sole figure moving into darkness and the vastness of space

*Psalm 109:26

Thursday, 11 December 2014

What will become of me ...?

What will become of me?

Of them?

Of us?

Of you who are reading this?

What will become of the blood and the bones that we hope will last when natural beauty has faded?

What will become of love not expressed, not returned, never seen the light of day? 

And love that is, that was, that basked in the shining sun?

What will become of the ones that could not be saved?

And of the ones that were plucked from the raging seas?

Winning or loosing .... 

The world turns and turn we do into spinning space

And turn we must upon the perilous knife-edge of choosing

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Belshazzar’s Feast

I set a place of forgetting at the table.
It was only after the meal that I remembered,
And then it was too late . . .

Published in Love's First Look, poems by SC Fordham (2010)


Grown in such inhospitable ground
Petals of pity trembling in battle’s breeze
Pity for all that’s lost, for all in the grip of blind force
Pity for every soul torn, for the weight of unrelenting remorse
Distressed soil of forgotten fields your home

The earth weeping the blood in which your seed is sown
Pick the poppy, make its death your own
Wear it close to your heart, walk on
But do not look for peace
It is the shoes on your feet

Published in The Cool of the Day, poems by SC Fordham (2009)

Monday, 10 November 2014

love is setting

Love is setting like the sun
So soon to disappear into the unseen real
To sleep, to dream of requite in the deep heart of an earth
That does not feel loss
That does not know longing
That does not hold life
In Truth
How long will the night to come last?
How long will this last light remain?
Time filters what strength is left through ancient fingers 
Whilst the world waits
Watches and waits for the first flickering rays of hope

Friday, 7 November 2014


The war goes on
One long battle from fall to fallen to now
It has not stopped
The delusion of progress has not yet halted us on our march
Has not yet unveiled her lying eyes
We see through them believing the next battle won will be the last
But it is not
Each fight contains the seeds of the next sown
True remembrance flown 

Click here for a list of current armed conflicts

Thursday, 21 August 2014


As brutality deepens with each night
And we turn away
Celebrity shines a light in our faces
So we do not have to contemplate
The utterly unimaginable

Many more are carried away by evil today than yesterday
Extinguished in ways unspeakable
Forcing yet more to live on the borders of pain and insanity

A wounded heart only a wounded God can heal.