Sampler: Lost in Transit by Ray Stone and Gabrielle Burt
January 2, 2021
The poetry and photographs in Lost in Transit reflect Ray Stone’s life’s experiences, as well as his literary moods.
This is the second poetry book by Ray Stone which includes poems from this year’s guest artist and film-maker, Gabrielle Burt, a wonderful poet from New Zealand.
Many of the photos are by Ray, a professional photographer. His photos compliment his work which relates to his life’s experiences and moods.
A writer with seven books published, he will be publishing two more, a biography, and a political thriller in 2021.
Gabrielle, ending 2020 with a documentary production, continues to write her beautiful verse while following her film career.
Ray, living on top of a Cypriot shoreline draws his inspiration from the Mediterranean waves and loves the loneliness of the beach.
His poem “My Beach” says it all.
Meet Ray Stone:
Ray Stone is an accomplished author with a variety of published works to his name. Born just outside London in 1946, he grew up in post-war Britain during a period of depression and ration books, bombed-out housing, and BBC radio. At school, he won a writing competition at the age of eleven and later in his teens widened his interest in the arts.
At the age of eighteen, he began writing poetry and lyrics whilst studying at college. Two years later Ray worked in theatre as a technician with many orchestras’ and artists including the London Philharmonic, London Symphony, Mantovani, The original Doyle Carte Opera Company, Harlequin Ballet, Joan Baez, Jimmy Hendrix, Oscar Peterson and worked on local shows such as My Fair Lady, Camelot and West Side Story.
His poetry won first place in 1998 in an international internet poetry competition with ‘Angry Silence.’ Moving to Colchester in the same year he wrote a full-page article about the historical significance of the locale and was published with a by-line in the local press. Whilst writing his first novel Ray returned to writing lyrics and teamed up with a local composer. Together they produced and recorded five blues numbers.
Sampler: Lost in Transit
By Gabrielle Burt
The pleasure craft, like seagulls flock
while skippers take their watchful stock
of tactics by the other team
as Coutts gives up his place to Dean
With effort less, and expert ease
they read the signs and catch the breeze
that carries them up to the line
And once again, they’re dead on time!
The starter’s gun. A slingshot start
We’ve out manoeuvred them at mark
As Luna Rossa, down 4–nil
Know in their hearts, it’s all up hill
Two lookouts sit atop their masts
To find the puff their given tasks
Just 90 metres fill the space
The wind is dying. What a race
Round the mark, a gain, again
14 knots and sixteen men
one hundred metres, gaining pace
a maverick breeze could change our place
Whipped and creaming ocean foam
Sun bleached sails, we’re nearly home
Whooshing whitecaps as we pass
Close behind us, Prada’s mast
Knotted sinews scream for time
Stalwart hearts endure the grind
as inch by painful, minute inch
Sun bronzed hands begin to winch
Our Waitemata – calm or rough
Where yachties never get enough
of sailing P-class yachts at 10
to racing hard as full-grown men
Our boat – is magic, long and black
with tons of speed. A dream to tack
Against all odds and nations’ might
we kept our goal within our sight
Our Kiwi Team is small but tough
We come from North Cape to the Bluff
With courage way beyond our size
we sailed away and kept the prize!
MY BEACH By Ray Stone
There’s a part of me already there
Where few like me do tread
We walk in silence, hearing voices
From along this sandy bed
Big and small, tall and thin
They whisper, shout, and talk
So many people in my head
Along the beach, we walk
I see them in the surfing waves
Costumes lit by the sun
From centuries past to modern-day
Their stories have just begun
I can see a scene in shallow pool
Lady waits for moonlight tryst
As scene changes, I see next chapter
Lovers lay in erotic mist
As story develops I look to the sky
I feel sadness, happiness, and pain
Characters know their lines so well
But I must check them all again
I write because I love to write
This beach is mine alone
It hides many stories still untold
Hear the plot as sea winds moan
This island beach that’s kissed by sun
Where this writer is a dreamer
May the waves roll in forever
On my beach at Agia Marina
Please click HERE to find Lost in Transit on Amazon.