CREATIVE SECTION NATURE'S CONFIRMATION
THE PLAYHOUSE OF LOVE
(Written on the School Ski Trip) You are warm in my arms like a musical encore, yet I feel chilled as a winter's night, the stars sending twinkles down my spine.
Tinsel sunlight sprinkles warmth on a morning rising above the depths of ice dipped mountain beauty. Fairytale awakening from a thousand and one chilled icicle kisses of dawn's first fresh breath of air. In vigilance I step out on to my balcony, into the sanctuary of the vast natural temple of the Alps. In full awe of creation's splendour I start to believe. The rays of warmth are like new bands of understanding as I start to comprehend Christ's martyrdom. My heart aches for I too can see how lost man has become in his metropolitan formations of gloom and despair. Faith, like the sun, is strong and bright and casts light on the world... but it can also fade. The sun rises this morning, along with my confidence in the Deity. As I realise the importance of nature and these precious places of untainted earth, innately it is my umbilical connection of doubt to humanity that I must sever and, in faith, send forth praise by saying: "Blessed be God Forever." Jeremy Corner
We stand and watch choruses of affection recite shows of love in the theatres of our eyes; the tragedy of the future to be cherished with uncertainty. I become jealous when the company performs at other venues. The play is mine. We thrive on those loving blue flames that dance our excitement across the platform of our gazing and make us return for yet another night. The anger that will result in failure will only give the critics something to do. Aside from this, that loving feeling will always bring me back to watch that show we enact in those two studios of emotion in our faces. Jeremy Corner
A WAVE GOODBYE (Written on departure from South Africa) I know now why the gulls cry on departure from Durban's coast as the cold winter of separation crashes in like a wave slicing the sea from the sand. But as I cover myself in a snug blanket of fond memories and sit before the hearth of a new dawn, stoked with magical uncertainty, I am not afraid... For that familiar sound of the seaside is here too, Reminding me that true friendships ebb back and forth between shores for all eternity, as will yours with mine... and mine with you. Jeremy Corner
FALL OF THOUGHT The air cools. A few remaining flocks of leaves remain perched on sweet frosted branches having not yet migrated South for the winter; whilst others race each other across the grass. Couples whisper footsteps of affection down the quiet, windy street as I ponder at how the soft chilled changing air of Winter is holding hands with the warmth of the Summer, reflected in the orange hue, and smile at the ironic simile. Because despite their incompatibility Autumn exists so beautifully... just like that season I spent with you. Jeremy Corner
Jeremy was awarded the John Crook Poetry Prize for this poem. 38
