Word-Crow, a poem

Word-Crow

I pick up sparkly words
and carry them to my nest.
Maybe I’ll just look at them.
Maybe I’ll weave them into the twigs
of my life and think I’ve made
something worthwhile,
something lasting.
The winds will decide when I’m done,
someday, someday,
and carry them all away.

Stephen Brooke ©2025

To Call, a poem

To Call

To linger in forbidden gardens,
  dream beneath the black rose tree,
to play the tunes for fairy dances
  through all night’s eternity,
I seek those distant ebon towers,
  stark beside a shadowed sea
where misted perfumes of the darkness
  rise in writhing ecstasy.

To sleep in ancient haunted ruins,
  now inhabited by owls,
to hear the ravenous wolf pack passing,
  my heart thrilling to their howls,
I  wander unmapped pathways, pushing
  through the muck that clings and fouls
to join the maddened monks’ procession,
  faceless all beneath our cowls.

To call the wind, to send it raving
  through the vaults of fabled kings,
to rouse the songs of ghostly minstrels,
  cold hands on discordant strings,
I speak arcane words of enchantments,
  call upon each star that sings
across the infinite abyss —
  fearing, hoping, what fate brings.

Stephen Brooke ©2025

something like this is likely to be fiddled with for some time to come but it is probably near finished form

Catholic Writer

I am prone to quipping that I am a Catholic writer despite myself. There is some validity to the description; that I will admit. I grew up Catholic, I understand Catholicism. And, as the cliché goes, write what you know. Unfortunately, many who label themselves Catholic are woefully ignorant of their faith. Even those who attended parochial schools.

Yes, some of the nuns who taught us weren’t much better. But I imbibed Catholic social teaching at school and still respect those teachings. I am fond of the writings of Belloc and Chesterton (while also finding things to criticize), and am attracted to Distributism as a social and economic system.

So these things have shown up in my fiction. I write Catholic protagonists because I understand them better than those from other backgrounds. Some are admittedly not so accurate in their own understanding of their religion.

Though, inevitably, I take at least a partially Catholic view of events, my work in no way proselytizes. Having any agenda is deadly to good fiction writing. Moreover, I enjoy poking fun at just about everybody. I do not spare my Catholics.

There are no Catholics—nor Christians of any sort—in most of my fantasy writing. I’ve gone out of my way to make sure no invented religion too closely resembles Christianity. This does not mean my outlook on life changes. Here, again, I am a Catholic writer despite myself.

That, I suspect, will never change.

Tarried Tanka

we should have parted
in those last happy days
of our summer love

the winds of autumn carry
away we who tarried

Stephen Brooke ©2025