Top Twenty Non-Naturalistic Fiction

Oct 2016 UPDATE: I’d definitely include Haruki Murakami’s Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World!  This isn’t a spoiler but the hero has his shadow taken from h…

Source: Top Twenty Non-Naturalistic Fiction

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The Murder

This is a poem in memory of a girl whose life was sadly cut short. It happened near to where I live but is all too frequent a happening world-wide. (James Bowman is a counter tenor who sings Dowland (1600s) songs among others. They are very melancholic which was an acceptable and fashionable state of mind in Elizabethan times. )

Outside, the street’s festooned with police incident tape;

inside James Bowman sings “Can She Excuse My Wrongs.”

A knock at the door at midnight; routine questions

from a CID man in a suit. “Sorry for the late hour,

I’ll only keep you a minute.”A few doors away

a 22yr old girl lies unable to excuse any wrongs.

Police cars arrive (headlights dipped) and block

entry and exit to our street. They are still there

in the morning. Policemen appear shamefaced

neighbours stand at front doors unsmiling.

Each of us knows how far we’ve fallen short.

Inside,  “Flow My Tears” is on repeat.

Turn Left at Orion

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Another one for National Poetry Day. I used to do a fair bit of amateur astronomy so this is where this poem came from.

There was an astronomy book, titled, Turn Left at Orion!

Turn left at Orion forty years ago

I tried my best to follow directions

but the vast empty spaces proved

difficult to navigate. The hero’s belt pointed somwhere:

go straight on at Gemini, turn right at Taurus; going by the book

I was at home splitting double stars and measuring

eclipsing binaries, but still wobbled

when I came down to earth. How I longed

to feel solid ground beneath my feet.

*

Today I wander into my back yard and greet

constant Orion again but know eventually

the pattern will change, that his belt will loosen,

that even a Greek hero will drift apart.