Cinnamon by GlynnBurridge It seems cinnamon has always been Scented trees among the panoply Lending the air sweet perfume Rolling down green hillsides Towards a sapphire sea The treasure of another time When spices, like gold, Were sought throughout the […]
Shanghai Ample shade of elm-entwined boulevards Pardons sprawling lines of cars Flanked by Shaolin temples & Starbucks In their steamy, modern marriage Contours of grand buildings etched in penciled neon Cause evening’s skyline to gently sizzle Lighting the smiles of […]
Tempest Our old sailing beauty Yaws dizzily in her century-old duel with a drunken sea Tossed again between spiteful, wind-tormented waves and a leaden sky Ancient planks hewn from a long-forgotten forest shriek out in pained falsetto Drowned by the […]
Time’s a River Time’s a river Coursing past banks of mud ‘Pon which we stand, rooted, Helpless to slow its flood On those banks, we may tread at will, From toddler’s lunge to elder’s spill But, grasping at its waters, […]
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.