by david ratcliffe


The homeboy patrolled the platform
hauling a case full of troubles;
a youth, unprepared, undercooked, fidgety,
4 minutes from departure.

He could see his half-life below,
wished to wallow in its familiar frown,
allow his timidity licence to return
to the arms of invisibility.

The village continued its sophistry;
July sunrise presented limestone ripples,
clouds created kaleidoscopic greens,
the old mill beseeched him, remain
within its simplicity,
content to drink life from cupped hands.

A cursory glance to the exit;
would he prove them right?
'would he eckerslike',
yet fearing the train's arrival
he hoped it would run out of steam,
hiss to a stop, forever
lost in the tunnel a mile
from his inward mitherings.

Through branches of dappled summer, 
he looked down at the bus stop
from where his ride to that point had
terminated at the limits of imagination, 
while he waited for adventure
far beyond ambition...


Infinite Ignition © 2015 All Rights Reserved


Hello & welcome,

You are invited to browse through my work. I have written poetry, short stories, songs, and a play to date. It all started with my daughter and I attempting to write a song together and then from there 'I guess you can say the bug got hold of me'. I have struggled to stop writing ever since.

Many a great writer has kindly read and critiqued my work, which only lead me to build on my craft and develop not only my technique but the confidence to bare my soul to get the job done. I have remained truthful to my personal experiences and as a bystander, witnessing life as I see it through the journey of others and our world history!

I have more poetry stored away with a view to have it published. 

I hope you take something away with you from reading my writing even if it is, that you have been pleasantly distracted for a while.

Pop by again sometime soon!