Matthew Chalmersinthe CafeThe PheasantIt’s one of those childhood memories, half-dreamed, bathed in a blue glint of reminiscence. I was perhaps seven or eight years old — a…Aug 27, 20201Aug 27, 20201
Matthew Chalmersinthe CafeHumansOur path takes us to the glacier’s head, All lost in fog like a mountaintop. The trail behind is cursed by the dead And even elders are…May 14, 20202May 14, 20202
Matthew ChalmersinPoets UnlimitedBetween Finsbury Park and King’s CrossStacks of buildings Blackened by rain Stand dead amidst wind And the screams of a train. The sky spins with clouds, Smokestack belches…Mar 22, 2019Mar 22, 2019
Matthew Chalmersinthe CafeThe Heart of the ForestThat border has been crossed again Past the quiet ferns. ****** Like a white shadow my body Glides through the deep, the undulating blue: A…Mar 1, 2019Mar 1, 2019
Matthew ChalmersThe First PainterIn an ancient countryside, Under a dappled pool of shade, A band of men rest on a trunk And wade into a lake to bathe.Feb 26, 20196Feb 26, 20196
Matthew Chalmersinthe CafeOm, the Skin StealerThe bonfire surges high into the in the night. The flames are leaping, darting like hot tongues. Everyone has begun to stray away from the…Dec 18, 20184Dec 18, 20184
Matthew ChalmersinPoets UnlimitedAegeusThe dark was thick and hard to bear, Beneath the stifling summer night. I paced along the battlements: A ghost awash with eldritch light.Nov 16, 20182Nov 16, 20182
Matthew ChalmersWinter MistSilhouettes cutting through Smoke-clouded bends. The frost-tinted leaves, The mud-smothered stems. The shadow of the wood, The silence of…Nov 16, 20181Nov 16, 20181