Mark R Slaughter
Biography of Mark R Slaughter
Mark R. Slaughter is a biological scientist who took up poetry to challenge his written skills. He undertakes commissions and collaborative projects, for which details are available on his website MarkRSlaughter.com. Examples include 'Liquid Rooms', a large-scale work for orchestra and soprano by the Danish composer Karsten Fundal (premiered on 3rd October 2014, by The Odense Symphony Orchestra) , and 'Death of Leaves', a song cycle for soprano and orchestra by the American composer Nicholas Anthony Ascioti. In March 2014, 'Lonely Life' was recited on the BBC by the actor Mark Benson as an introduction to a documentary on loneliness. Further poems such as Marriage and Spring are featured in his pages on the 'Poets Pages' website.
Mark R Slaughter Poems
Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
Work, sleep, work, sleep, Work, sleep, work, sleep, Work, sleep, work, sleep, Work:
A Country Path In Late Spring
The path of mossy ground nestled In between maternal hedgerows, That overgrew atop, dimming down The brilliance of the day.
I bled for you - would you for me? I blessed a skin in blazing fuel Then took a bullet in a duel of
I fell in love – Taken by the innocence of Child-face daffodils:
Wife To Be (Petrarchan Sonnet)
I stroll along a fragrant country lane With honeysuckle perfume on the air - And feathered crooner's warble to revere - Then cross a golden sea of flowing grain
It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there - Watching, waiting - e'er the stare! Every time I look behind Or reach to pull the window blind,
An Act Of Poetry
Ruin is what we need - Despair is what we feed Upon in poetry
Dawn blushed – betrayed her waking sky To gently break another morrow fine. Night waned – the black receding – highland Reaching for the early morning wine.
Oh beautiful one, adorned with spell To ravage my world as might a sweet angel. Oh beautiful thing, so much at ease: Allure of caressing breeze in touch gentle.
I lost my arm, a leg; the head Of once my brother fell to me. I caught it with a scream caressed with Bowels, anointed with our blood –
Night Of Nights
‘Twas deep; so deep of night, When I saw what I had seen - So truly deep of night, When I went where I had been,
Paving stones crazy on the floor belie their role of cogitation - they feel our feet
Apparition Of A Butterfly
Upon a fuzzy vista – vision blurred – I tried to focus; nothing ever solid Came to view, but undeterred, I blinked An eye to try again. Through the mist
With glass, I am a man – or so I think! – A role to play when blessed with courtly drink: A gin or two, then vintage port or wine To pep me up and gift me with a shine.
Your intellect humbles with shattering blow!
Omnipotent, you are at one with the world.
There's no need to seek, as you already know:
Explained, reconciled, all so neatly unfurled.
Those complex equations are pliable toys,
And yours just to play with and loosen your mind.
Hypotheses and theories are also your boys -
In your world, together, all cosily enshrined.