I am so
pleased that some straight as well as gay readers have taken the trouble to email me to say they have enjoyed my gay novel, Dog
Roses, never published but serialized on my fiction blog. (A love story, but don’t expect roses all the
way.):
Thanks
also to readers who have been in touch to say they have enjoyed my gay-interest
novel Catching Up with Murder despite (or because of?) its frequent
forays into shades of dark humour. [Yes, this one did get published.]
You have no idea how
encouraged positive feedback makes me feel, especially now while I am learning
to live with prostate cancer. By the way, the hormone therapy continues to do a
good job of keeping the cancer at bay, but makes me very tired so I need to
rest more often. I must also accept certain limitations even if it’s not in my
character to do so...!
The novel is serialised on:
Meanwhile...
I often
dream about my late partner. Once, I woke up at dawn, sat down with a cup of
tea (oh, but how English!) and wrote this poem.
CONTINUUM
Where
bold trees kiss the sky,
we dared
fly, you and I,
cage
birds freed to sail sunsets,
wish on
stars until dawn
when I
wake to find you gone,
but the
loving goes on
As
flowers in spring sunlight
inspire a
painter’s heart,
you
inspire mine to sail sunsets,
wish on
stars until dawn
finds me
wishing all alone here
for the
loving we’d share
In
passing dreams of summer,
we’d
always be together,
we kin to Apollo, sailing sunsets,
winging
stars into dawn
till I
wake to find you gone,
but the
dreaming goes on
Against
autumn’s rich tapestry,
we’d plan
for eternity,
toss
frail mortality into a sunset,
among
stars, into dawn;
no hint
of a body grown cold,
only
kisses of red and gold
Among
trees dressed in snow,
you pass
and I follow,
quit this
lonely body for sunsets
and stars
until dawn…
when I
wake, and you’re gone,
but the
loving goes on
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2011
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