This is a response to writing prompt provided by WordPress,com


Have you ever had a random encounter or fleeting moment with a stranger that stuck with you?


by John Yeo

A tribute to a stranger, long gone,

Who brought pleasure to millions.

A man who lived life on the cusp,

Mingling with the theatre fraternity. 

His work shone with amazing brilliance.


Comedy, Drama, History and Tragedy.

A sweet pleasure to read and enjoy.

A man who followed his instincts

Using every trick in the book to employ       

The wonder of the written word.


His pen became a deadly sword

To ensure his voice would be heard 

Echoing through the centuries.

A man who was no stranger to intrigue

In the political world of the time.


A life tragically cut short with a knife,

A young life cruelly extinguished

By shadowy mysterious forces unknown

Robbing the world of a terrifying genius

Who dabbled in fictive reality.


While the glory went to the upstart crow

Who became the sweet swan of Stratford,

The world will never reject or forget 

The work of Christopher Marlowe.

Rest in peace, poet and playwright.


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Six days to go to the end of the USA Poetry Month

Picture it and Write ~ THE CREATOR

This is the latest Picture it and Write prompt from Ermilia’s blog


As usual the image is supplied and credited by Ermilia


There is always the incredible mystery.
That departed into the dust and debris
That preceded the time before history
Wiped out by the mysterious entity.


Was the Creator out of his mind?
Fashioning fantasy from elements
Was he naturally pre-eternally blind?
In his quest to extract a seventh sense.


A spiralling galaxy of ideas turned to dust,
Shining rejected entities with nerve
That expired, leaving traces of lust,
For turning, twisting, spiralling ideas.


Each pinpoint a shining expired life,
Swirling, sweeping, a galactic funnel
Of exploration with wild frustration
Dancing, gleaming stars burning out.


The sheer volume of discarded matter
Shining beautifully at the rim of the inferno
A sucking, hungry, elemental monster,
A richly attired fearsome black hole.


A tiny microbe on a tiny blue planet,
One of the millions thickly spreading
Looked in awe at the devastation.
Smiling sadly at the burning question,


Is the Creator mad?


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