Hide And Seek

You hid behind your veil

Your Athena’s shield

I sought a way in

The doorway was sealed

Your thighs were closed

Love was asleep

I left you my heart

It was yours to keep

You buried our past

That was a crying shame

I soothed with words

You weren’t to blame

Those secret wounds

So mysterious to view

You’d years of pain

So plain to see

I knew your regrets

You were as humble as could be

Clamping your thoughts

Ensuring you were secure

I levered the latches

So hidden and obscure

You’d closed every avenue


Now, you’re not so sure of this

As you return my glances

Silently wishing for a kiss


Burning The Fears

I’m frightened, and I’m too scared to wait. And knowingly, I’m arriving late. The ghouls are spying from the hill. And lower fools are poisoning her will. Underneath her, a wicker complete. Above, she’s suspended from a stake. The bonfire’s started, against the rules. And the crowd’s rejoicing, as the fire drools. […]

via SMM 2017 Halloween Writing Contest: Burning Fears — SlasherMonster

Here One Day, Gone The Next.

MY GIRL.                                                                                                                               Emotional news, our gorgeous little Lily has passed. She died peacefully in her favourite basket, in my bedroom, with me sitting on the the floor beside her, patting her ’til her last tiny breath… Lily’s gone to be in the arms of her Angel, Carole, in the universe of Celestial Stars, and dreams…………. One day.

Ivor Steven.

My Girl’s Haircut

Little Lily’s going to be 13 in November, so she had a birthday haircut today, ready for her big birthday bash, although Lily didn’t seem to be that happy with her new hair-style after I got her home for these photo takes .. And for those that haven’t seen or read my little poem about “My Girl”, here you are….

My Girl

She’s a constant joy.

Tiny like a toy.

She leaps and prances.

Does hind leg dances.

She slips and slides.

Does tummy glides.

She lays on all laps.

Loves all-day pats.

She’s a mirror of love.

Knowingly, from above.


Ivor Steven.

Tea Leaf’s

It’s early morn, on this lazy Saturday.

And I’m going to enjoy a relaxing day.

But first, I must make my bed.

“Yes, just like Mum said”

Oh, I gratefully do remember.

As I straighten the colourful quilt cover.

That gift from my previous lover.

And I like to fluff-up my pillows.

Ready for tonight’s wondrous dreams.

Revisiting plenty of stupid cupid’s arrows.


I’ve a long, handy bedhead shelf.

It’s always untidily in disarray.

However I’m smiling, satisfied within myself.

Last nights scribbles are all on display.

I gather up this multitude of loose words.

Sorting the jumbled mess into phrases.

Snippets of my subconscious memories.

Pieces of forgotten wistful dreams.

Then I begin to decode my productive sight.

And happily I start to rewrite.

About the tea-leaf’s floating on a calm sea.

Forming love letters, from her to me.


Ivor Steven.

Poetry Reading: A Single Atom, by Ivor Steven

Sincere thanks to “Poetry Festival”, for firstly publishing my poem, “A Single Atom”, and now, also for this lovely reading of my poem. I hope you all enjoy the poem reading as much as I did, Cheers. My Friends.

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Performed by Elizabeth Rose Morriss

Get to know the poet:

  What is the theme of your poem?

The poem is about my turmoil of thoughts and doubts, between my recently departed wife, and my starting up of a new relationship.

What motivated you to write this poem?

Lots of bad dreams and guilt.

How long have you been writing poetry?

I’ve been writing poetry for twenty-two years, although I’ve only been going public with my writings for the last eight years.

If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

I’d love to have dinner with Leonard Cohen.

What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

The curiousity factor of listening to my words being articulated by some-one else, and to have my poem heard by the large audience of Poetry Festival’s readers.

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A Midday Sun

Have you ever looked up at a Midday Sun,

Shining through the weeping forest canopies.

A golden glowing furnace, that’s larger than life.

Glaring down, from there above.


Have you ever flown up to touch the Midday Sun,

Travelling through that deep blue sky and beyond.

A vortex of colour, like a rainbow’s many hues.

Cascading down, from there above.


Have you ever been blinded by the Midday Sun.

By that purity of brilliant white.

Forcing your burning eyelids to shut tight.

The Corona’s fiery circles intensely bright.

Like an Angels alluring halo of slivering light.

Enchanting to your mesmerized sight.

Encapsulating a lover’s first flight.

And scorching your heart’s delights.


Ivor Steven.