The Night will save me

The black wolf let out a howl.
The beast lurks in my chest.
My house is made of straw:
how could I get some rest?

But I’m in love with the Sea,
and it’s bigger than Fate.
Eternity remains undefined,
my soul can ride the wind:

every time I watch the Stars
I get my breath back,
so when they’re about to pounce
the Night will save me.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

Exile

oil on canvas 50 x 50.5 cm

I love an Island where fragile flowers defy
both basalt and Death. An Island called Exile.
It is black and red. It belongs to the Sea.
It appeals to the stars, its rocks teach Eternity.

The die is cast, broken Motherland,
and soon it will be time to leave you.
But your language flows through my soul
like a river of fire,

and as long as I can breathe,
I will write on every wall
whether made from silence
or from ignorance,

the word you never should have forgotten:
Fraternité. 
France, forever in my heart,
may you rest in peace.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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Illustration : Ria Munk am Totenbett, Gustave Klimt (1912)

River Fantasy

A different way

On the bank of the river Fantasy
I got some really good advice
from a young and wise
willow tree.

Always try to see
the visible world
in a different way,
it said in a thrilling whisper,

every blessed day
feast your eyes
on the purple beauty of the Unseen,
don’t be afraid of grey clouds,

paint the sky orange, dare to disobey
and let your imagination run wild
as if you were still
a Child.

© Frédéric Georges Martin

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 © 2015 – F.G.M.