Month: December 2020


A sequence of twelve stories for two or more voices by Robert Cole

Original cover art by Nomis

Dedicated to Mark Beech (1960-2020). He left too soon

Here is how it starts . . .


I – Before the Beginning

Pond Mount. Blackheath. Nothing is begun.
There is nothing here, not even London.
It’s cold: a life-defying Kelvin cold.
A bare expanse with nothing for a soul.

It’s vacant, gaping, meaningless space
known as Chaos to Greek mythologists,
a chasm without bottom, top or sides,
a vacuum waiting for the start of time.

This is before the beginning, before
the hills, before the dinosaurs,
before the pharaohs and before the flood,
before beliefs, exchange, bodies and blood.

Slowly, off-beat ethereal noises
subvert the blankets of freezing silence.
From the hollowness, Northern Lights arise
colouring the obsidian darkness.

Six raven figures, dressed in anthracite
habits, slide out of the backlit midnight.
Hissing winds and knocking sounds are heard
which, as befits beginning, become words . . .

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Christmas 2020

There may be snow this year, and icicles;
crunchy footsteps, misty breath and bubbles
in puddles under frost-frozen glass;
crystals may sparkle in winter-white grass.

Like when fresh-fallen snow blankets the ground,
pure Christmas love is quietly profound;
and, as with morning sun-gold blue-cold airs,
its perfect peacefulness is everywhere.

There will be warmth in strong hands of friendship
melting distrust and softening hardships,
kindling beacons for far-apart families,
burning injustice with words such as these.

Light will return to the shadow-cast earth;
rain-laden winds are forecasting birth;
new springs will grow through the ashes of pain
and women and men will walk tall again.