she is blithe in Fantasia now
not a care in the world
be it of forged legend
or of unfeigned history
the word of the vanquished
is legitimate evidence
of a reflection of what once was

essential the open door
heralding impossible freedom
turning the door handle
she found it locked
foul words and a temper
tears and tantrum

only I knew where
the key was stored
not that I cared back then
I had the resolve to
kick the door in regardless
before the Jackboot had
hankered for the self-same thing
albeit with pernicious bent

as for her
she held a benevolent gun
to my temple
offered me a choice
I declined
the weapon was more
nuisance than of relevance
a mere nothing
my consciousness blown to Kingdom come?
I could ‘live’ with that

in hindsight maybe that
would have been for the best
time was fast running out

in a fit of protective panic
I had paid for her ticket
carried her bags
a last ever short-lived kiss
to the tune of the guards whistle
waved my forlorn goodbyes
waited until the steam engine
pulled away from the platform
out of the station
until she and it were safe
and out of sight

that was the day
Hitler’s cohorts
would have had her shoes
to gift a blue eyed servant
her lingerie for an aristocrat’s wife
her wrist for a shameless tattoo
gold fillings for a Swiss bank vault
her watch for Eva
her naked eradication for a
bespectacled statistician to
studiously record
I could never allow that

still, she got away
New York was
where the liner
was due to dock
a city of
raucous immaculate liberty

I am but pearly ashes
abandoned to the periodic wind

blue eyed cat full print cover

Herewith the ‘Blurb’ for my new book, a fictional story entitled ‘The Blue-Eyed Cat’;
‘A book of mind boggling time-travel, feverish sex, syrupy romance, ho hum history, a dark future, The Moon, Constantinople, Paris and Berlin, human consciousness, infinity, a tongue in cheek take on all things carnal, art for art’s sake and three thoroughly mad yet oh so delightful gals’

Should it take your fancy it can be found at;
I am not entirely sure of other Amazon global links and thus I apologize for not revealing them here. However, were you interest in this book a search on local Amazon using my name should suffice.


  1. This is very special, Mike.
    I have lovely shoes & lingerie and no shameless tattoo. I have no watch, through choice of my own.
    Many have sacrificed much, that I am fortunate today. I am humbled.

    1. You know Resa, ever since mankind evolved…’man’ for once being correctly used…they have sought to murder the populous of nations they won in war. ‘Tis all disgusting yet the thing that irks and repels the most was the Nazi’s meticulous, perverse, numbering and the recording of the same in record books of that allocated number of those about to be gassed…a process that took 30 minutes of living hell. Not much bothers me or stops me from sleeping save for knowing that. It has haunted since as a very young adolescence I watched the movie The Pawnbroker in a cinema. After that I had to know more. Many decades on, I do know more. I do trust this doesn’t depress you. If so, my humble apologies. Regards, The Old Fool

      1. The Pawnbroker is an incredible movie. It’s an eye opener. Thank goodness for filmmakers who tackle the hard subjects, and do more than just entertain.
        No, you don’t depress me. We can never forget. Too, much is already forgotten.

        On a brighter note, I’m 1/2 way through the Viking and the Courtesan. Very neat. I really like Shey’s stories. Then I will give yours a go!

      2. Dealing with hard subjects is all. We cannot avoid darkness unless we shut our eyes and ignore. The film industry really does…not often enough…keep it real, that reality being the wonderful contradiction of ‘fiction’. As to Ms. S aka Shehanne, she is a diamond gal. The finest writer, an incredibly helpful chum when helping out withering writers, an all-round proper person. She has long since had my unequivocal respect. I just hope that following in her wake my book might not cut the mustard. I live in hope!

      3. Nothing like some good old fashioned hope!
        I think Shey keeps getting better. In many ways her most recent book is my fave. (O’Roarke’s Destiny) Of course gowns play a substantial role, which is alluring.
        The one I’m reading now is older. I can see her solid style, and that she is much more honed. This is the 4th book I’ve read of hers.

  2. Ending with the picture of the railroad tracks was powerful. I’ve been there. Even in Cuba I recognized them in a small Jewish cemetery memorial – a large grey stone with a short bit of track leading up to it. Your piece is beautiful.

    1. My thanks. The video featuring Cohen’s Holocaust song, ‘Dance Me To The End Of Love’ tell’s a tale all of its own. You were brave going there and have my sincere respect. Regards, The Old Fool

    2. Dance Me to the End of Love is haunting. The beautiful image of the dove and olive branch with the horror of the smoke coming from the chimney in the background is beyond words. Art expressing what ordinary words can’t. Thank you , Mike

    1. My apologies for the late reply, young Rachel. It is indeed from a new book. I’ve given myself until December to finish it. ‘The Snow White Tigress’ it’s name. The weather has been so foul here that I am further ahead than I thought possible, so at least I can rest without stress when visiting France this year. A tad of Florida weather wouldn’t come amiss. Storm Denis is upon us and with it a lot of flooding we’re told. What amuses me is the name ‘Storm Denis’…Denis just doesn’t sound like a name for life-threatening weather!

    1. My thanks, young Ms Lee. ‘Tis a period of European history I’m rather hooked upon. Loss and passion; passion and lossThe best fiction…in terms of a book I rate highly…The Glass Room by Simon Mawer inspired me to pen this short piece.

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