Tales of The Swan-Dyke

March – July, 2020 – CV-19


TALES of the SWAN-DYKE ~ 9

 To celebrate the launch of my 2nd self-published booklet of 11 diverse poems and essays entitled : TALES of the SWAN-DYKE along with Illustrations and Authors Notes – I am happy to offer a signed, printed hard-copy for just £5 inc. post/packing for orders within the United Kingdom and £6.50 inc. shipping for orders outside the UK ! I wrote these poems and 1 essay during my COVID-19 isolation and over nearly 4 months

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Alternatively you can post a comment in the comments box at the foot of this page and I will forward details of how to make payment ~ PLEASE include your name and the address where you would like the printed copy to be sent + PLUS indicate if it is to be a gift.

Many thanks                                                                                        ~ edenbray

TO Celebrate this occasion I am re-posting all eleven parts – today I am re-posting part 9 : FRAGILITIES MINE …

Foreward to the Publication

In March 2020 at the recommendation of the British Governments Scientific Health Advisers I entered a period of isolation as a ‘shielding’ measure due to my previous and ongoing health issues and to avoid the threat of Covid-19, a dangerous strain of Coronavirus which attacks the respiratory system, especially of older and susceptible, clinically vulnerable persons. The full total of Covid-related deaths will not become clear for some while but it is already huge on a world-wide scale. This pamphlet of verse and writings came out of that period of isolation.

Most of the writings were composed from notes made during daily, long, walks I made in the fields at the rear of our home in Lincolnshire with either Ruth, my wife or on my own. These writings reflect wider concerns over the pandemic itself, national issues that developed during this period such as BLM but also very real and more personal matters concerning growing old, loneliness, our future – plus mental and physical health worries.

This selection from the poignant ‘This World So Sad’ to the more comedic ‘Predestination’ or ‘the dog’ may at times seem controversial, they contain ‘adult’ words but each of these works is important to me in conveying the true ‘feeling’ of the time and together they hopefully capture the full rainbow of human experience. I hope the reader will catch the humour intended as well as the more serious points of reference.

Thanks for listening                                                                                        edenbray 06.07.2020

Fragilities Mine

☘︎ ☘︎ ☘︎


  fragility …

What is a life among so many?

the iron wheels of Dalwinni                  

the cold currency of commerce

where there is no time for verse

only the sharp teeth of the crocodile – bared

exposed to the rank and file

caught like brown rabbits in a snare

with an occasional bloody hare


Amid the final dance of death

appeared through angels breath

the delicacy of natures fronds

serve well as angel wands

the wind blew, away they flew

the wind that made me strong

a soldier boy his tunic ruddy

furled his hopes and diamonds bloody



We ran to meet the fullest moon

to greet a morbid, sorbet sun

sing the stars our saddest, acrid tune

attest the quarantine of mercy

sincerity feeds upon the leanest souls

crows stand both alone and holy

the warmth that only others feel

resting sound in fields of plenty


A tattered, outgrown, tainted gown

patched, matched Saint Crispin’s frown

atrophy and disdain like parched earth

applaud the entrance of dew-drop mirth

Anthony salutes the birth, now worthy sleeps

while Dante’s soul inestimably weeps

the bridge of sighs so tender a culvert

salver for this evening’s pater noster



Bees collect their pollen in priestly vests

duty buttoned daily to their blackened chests

faithful volunteers for an Oxfam-army

rent collectors for a parish swarmy

while cavaliers and roundheads storm the gates

exiles and immigrants both Lindisfarne holy

assemble on the tarmac to learn their fates

soldiers of fortune, angels of mercy – all must wait


Once more for England, once more for Harold

once more for Michael at the beryl gate

candescent and lonely,

golden hooves shod for a Royale pony

we drank sailors rum, bit Samson’s loyal thumb

lay down to a Dylan muse, till the words ran dry

just the tune played on in our heads by the by

something sweet that made our mother cry!


O’ the colonials reduced in the sieve

blended from where once woad-men lived

not pioneers, engineers, men of vision

not mix-raced, mixed persons, minds of decision

only guilty amalgams who tortured braves

evil persons who once profited from slaves

better for them if they’d drowned in the waves

stand up then and wave goodbye to England!




About edenbray

I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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