Throughout my life, in things that matter I notice there has been a pattern Of living every stage at its twilight hour When you couldn’t possibly have asked for more It started with my birth in Devon On an oldeworde […]
In those years of plenty we cruised Elysium’s fields What wounds we got there soon closed and healed It’s hard to believe they could have happened at all Time after time, avoiding a fall. Wherever you look, it’s not the […]
I often dream of a hole in time And an excitement I can barely set to rhyme For a meeting with two I hold so dear My parents: who, I fancy, I might summon here Questions are burning in my […]
Divided Soul I am a divided soul Fragments pulling from opposite poles Some from the green fields and spires of my native home Others from an enchanted world where, as a child, I roamed Now a man, I ask of […]
Innocence (or the poem that wrote me) Revisiting a time of innocence lost Just as dreams were cruelly turned to frost And long before we learned the cost Of youth’s immortal nonchalance We slumbered in the innocence of dreams Poets, […]
Relieved we didn’t complicate it in that way And kept a golden friendship anyway Free from the mundanities that fuel our strife And, all too often, become our Life * Whoever said “there are those we marry… and those we love” […]
مزرع سبز فلک دیدم و داس ماه نو I spied the spangled field of stars And the sickle of the moon فکر از کشث خیش امد و هنگام درو Thoughts turned to the harvest of my life And to its […]
The Seychelles-based Burridge is, in reality, a writer and a legendary figure in these parts. He sports a trim goatee and a fugitive grin. The bespectacled author is also a tourism consultant and freelance copywriter. The compelling nature of his narrative imparts an aura of mystery to his persona and his tales.
