Ben Featherstone
Bespoke Film & TV Music, Bespoke Ballet, Original Music, Poetry and Writing
The Never Never
(A poem about giving a broken heart room to breathe)
You are the never never
My friend
Under the wing of any bird
Stronger than the cat attack
Under a delicate distant afternoon
The grey theatre demands silence
As the cold studded sky fights for you
The gasp for breath is futile
Dawns slow promise of warmth
Is another lie to deal with
The scowling clouds rage with torment
You stare at the limitless sky above
As you find yourself amongst
The rough lakes of fog
Basking in the glow of never never
A river of clouds part
To allow yourself healing
Using the sea of empty space
The moonless night
Veiled in Haze
My friend
The Warrior
Saudade...
Getting Shot At
(I had a bullet fly over my shoulder once narrowly missing the back of my head).
A gun shot from the future
Into my quiet empty space
A bolt of evil magic
For a moment I saw into
Another world
I tango'd with death
A prisoner to the wind
I sat in the centre
of the universe
This feeling feels rare
But is more numerous amongst man
Than the sand in the desert
The BANG disturbed the spirits
of the dead.
You can reveal the secrets of life
And enjoy the dangerous view
of the beginning of the end
But first we must take a sip
at the cup of destruction.
Rare Love
A special connection
To make the heart sing
We can eliminate the shackles
Of our past of our doubts
I whisper into my loves ear
How our impatient but playful
Energy is a big enough ship
To sail to the shores of another world.
Like music drifting from the window
We will float toward:
The door of chance
The door of change
For beyond the horizon
No louder than a whisper
Is my world with you
This is the world I love
Gone
(A prose abut the pain of losing someone you love, someone going in the opposite direction to you in this too-big world).
The gentle sun disappeared
Behind the hills of sussex
As the faithful moon rose
Her aeroplane followed the sun
Into the distance
I screamed “carry me to the edge of the moon so I can keep watch over her”.
The only solace I had was the
Orange glow from an old streetlight,
It was promise that once the sun rose again for me
Bathing the downs with an apricot light
She would be with the same moon sat above me
On ditchling beacon.
From now on
When I think of her
I’ll blow a thousand kisses at the moon
Knowing in the morning when I wake to the sunrise
Moonbeams will float upon the waves and cover
The foolish sea with the love sent from my lips
So every time she swims in the heart
Of the enormous liquid sapphire
She is bathed in my thousand golden kisses
Sent from the other side of the cruel world.
As I sit fidgeting with a broken twig in the morning, sat by the windmills;;
I wonder if my love, the daughter of the stars
Swam in the unknown waters last night
Love Blossom
(That rose tinted beginning)
I met you
You are my paddle
The oar in the lake
You've got your hands to the heavens
Your heart to the earth
There was something that blinded me
More than the fog
The branch of the cotton bud
By the river we kissed
Gasped a breath and I swallowed
Petals dropped in the spring
You grabbed and shyly held me
Against the river bridge
I see your hand with a glass
The ice glimmered in the light
It fell and it sparkled
And I made a wish...
The Things That Make Me Miss You
It's the littlest things that make my stomach ache
The frilly edges on the side of the heart shaped cushions that you made
The ballerina decoration that hangs off my curtain rail
A mark on my pillow case where your head once lay
dreaming your dreams with me
Sharing our heartbeats.
I thought I had all your things in a box
But every so often I find an earring
A Hair
An old mark on the driveway where you once took your foot off the clutch too fast.
I wonder what you are doing now
I hope you are happy
But I am too scared to look
I hope you miss me too
At least I hope
You don't hate me anymore
On My Mind
You're on my mind
More than you should be,
Those cloaked kisses
Veiled with a veneer with my love
Are the gekkos tail quivering in the moss
You're on my mind
More than you should be,
The gentle reminders that prick my mind
When I begin to miss you
The strange mixers you have with your gin
They speak to me when I'm a ghost floating
Around the super-market
You're on my mind
More than you should be,
A held hand traversed the sea
And for just the sweetest moment
I thought I had the power of Moses
Aphrodites II
Sometimes the view from Aphrodites is finer
Than the godess herself,
Artemis strong and bold;
Even his knees would bow and he would collapse on the floor in your presence as though he would have rather chosen the easy way out and fallen on the sword of Thades.
You my love, captur of my heart
Keeper of my soul,
Radiate a level of love so powerful;
You are blasphemous to the ancient god Aphrodites
Because:
You draw attention away from her who once stole the heart of Zeus
1.618
You're some shape of beauty
Some kind of beautiful
I'm not sure what, and I don't think I will ever know
Yesterday's Heart
Younger I was half the night ago
As we embraced and did not utter a word
For an hour or so
But if yesterday's heart
Could see tomorrow
Knowing we are now forever apart
It would surely be the last gasp of breath
That powered the sails of the tall ships
That loom above us,
As tomorrow's heart prepares itself for
The stormy seas ahead
Today's heart truly knows it is the only heart that matters.
A Poem for Matthew's Mother
The restless boisterous water
Unforgiving and relentless
The sea can sometimes surge with laughter
The ocean is an impossible epoch
Sometimes the sunlight dances on the surface
Like the way Adrestia tempted her pray:
All of her secrets are beneath the surface
People can get entangled in her beautiful emerald spell
But from now on, with brave resolution
And delicate fortitude
You must remember:
In the heart of the enormous sapphire
Is your sons beautiful spirit
And the waves no matter how powerful
Will always whisper his name
And will look after his soul
Butterfly Girl
As long as there is the Sun and Moon:
The wind will always pick up again,
The tide will always surge and recede...
Special thank you for choosing 'Rare Love' to read before the ballet at your event, I'm really humbled - Ben
