Showing posts with label Steven Bruce. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Steven Bruce. Show all posts

Monday, August 10, 2026

Poetry by Steven Bruce

Auguries of Despair
(Casper David Friedrich - Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog)


On the Edge of Nothing

AFTER JOHN KEATS

I fear I’ll drop dead

before the pen dries to wheat,

before the books stack high

enough to leave a mark,

before the night spits out

its secrets in phlegmy stars,

before I have the strength

to face more dumb, dangerous love,

before I can stand where I am,

hands empty, with a smile carved

into my face.



Auguries of Despair

AFTER WILLIAM BLAKE

To see a life in a glint of grit,

and beauty in a trampled flower.

To crush despair in your tired fist, and snatch joy from a rotten hour.


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Steven Bruce


Steven Bruce is a writer and a multiple-award-winning author. His poems and short stories have appeared in numerous international anthologies and magazines. In 2018, he graduated from Teesside University with a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing. You can follow Steven on his website: www.stevenbrucewriter.co.uk.


Saturday, March 7, 2026

The Human Thing to Do by Steven Bruce

 

Art by Steven Bruce

The Human Thing to Do

FOR HERMAN

Winter knocks,

the cold seeps in.

A small bug clings

to the door frame.

At night it scuttles closer.

You’re suspicious, need to know

what it’s up to.

You read about it.

Conifer seed bug.

Harmless to humans.

Eats nuts and seeds.

You put out a crushed almond,

a little water,

and name him Herman.


Each night he sits with you,

crawls over your cardigan,

across the laptop screen,

while you drink coffee and write

as if tomorrow won’t come.

You tell him things,

the shape of your poems,

knowing he won’t understand.

One morning you find him

in the hall,

stiff as a wine cork.

You think he came in

out of the cold

so he wouldn’t die alone.

But we all do.

You tuck him in a matchbox,

toss him into the furnace,

cremate him,

like so many family members.

And now he’s smoke above the house, a little soot settling on the walnut tree.


© Steven Bruce

Enjoy more posts by Steven Bruce HERE.


Steven Bruce

Steven Bruce is a writer and a multiple-award-winning author. His poems and short stories have appeared in numerous international anthologies and magazines. In 2018, he graduated from Teesside University with a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing. You can follow Steven on his website: www.stevenbrucewriter.co.uk.


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