Time to start blogging again?

Well I have a new book out - Marozzo's Dagger

The book is a study of the various modes of Dagger combat that the 16th century master Achille Marozzo wrote about. My book had a really rocky start and I had to take it out of publication after realising I have typo and grammar errors on the back cover. How we all missed that is beyond me. But the book is now back in print and is available on Amazon.

For a short bit the book was #1 on the new books on fencing today. Now down to number 4 but that is still good in my estimation.

Marozzo's Dagger was many years in the making and there were times I thought that it would never be published. I'm glad I was able to complete it. Next will be a kindle version of the book and then translations of some unknown works. Will I finish this year? Have to see.

On other writing projects, I am still working on Mask of Vapours which is an erotic thriller set in an alternate earth timeline. It is a steampunk novel about a man who works for a secret firm out of England who is hunting a dangerous operative working for the Kaiser.

So, I'll be busy writing and working on other projects.

Has it really been that long

It's been a long time since I wrote any poetry. My spare time has been filled with writing fiction. Victorian Fantasy in fact. I need to get back to some poetry. Time to "think think think" as Pooh says.

To the prune

Oh thou sickly sweet and mushy beastie
Some would say thou art so tasty
But as I eat ye I hope thou might
Do thy best to release my shite
And as I lay so late at night
I pray that soon I might
Find blessed release from being bound
And sweet satisfaction may be found

I fought Last Night

I fought last night
Begging Her to take me home
My pain reflected in Her eyes
She would not take my hand, yet

Like a knife biting deep
I writhed and called Her name
Known to me from long ago
When She offered Her hand

I lay there, contemplating
Why continue to fight?
Do I have it in me?
I look for Her hand

Winter Haiku

Leaf falls to the ground

Signals winter's frozen death

As grey hair foretells

Haiku

New life together,
Spring brings new flowers and love,
life will now blossom.

I wrote this one before and used unfold instead of blossom. Blossom is better.

Conflicted

A poem by Gwylym

Conflicted
Heart says believe
Intellect says nothing there
Yet, the heart at times knows
Feelings and promptings... Something there?
Who really knows?
Could something really be there?
The heart wants to believe
Conflicted.