I Beware

There is a distancing
Now that what we both thought
And I still think
Is for you, no longer true
Although I feel I already know
For you and for others
It is only time who is allowed to tell
Time the Judge and Time the Saviour
Until in desperation for some proof of love
You heed the evidence of a misplaced truth
And by your own foolishness
While away the days and hours
Of Time the liar and Time the slayer.

I Feel

I feel isolated
I feel
unreal,
I feel
locked up inside my outside,
I feel
restless,
I feel
discontented,
I feel
like breaking out.
I feel
unabel,
I feel
unready,
I feel
I must wait.

(Summer 1977)

Debutantes

Shaped, patterned and textured.
Delicately destined to vanity.
No core is enclosed.
Blind to the seas' secrets
Shells, exhibit themselves.

(Spring 1977)

Press Release

Isabel Wallace presents new retelling of Samson and Delilah

Biblical story retold in modern times in ‘The Lion’s Carcass’

TROWBRIDGE, England – Throughout her life, author Isabel Wallace loved to express herself through writing, be it prose or poetry. “The Lion's Carcass” (published by Lulu), published posthumously, is Isabel Wallace’s fresh, new retelling of the classic biblical story, Samson and Delilah.

Set in the town of Somerset, England, during the 1970s, “The Lion’s Carcass” updates the classic story of Samson and Delilah. When Sam and Dee fall passionately in love, their union becomes the catalyst that starts a chain of events seeped in jealousy.

Isabel Wallace’s keen insight on relationships drives the story as the Sam and Dee’s love begins to crumble around them. A thrilling love story of passion and betrayal, “The Lion’s Carcass” will delight readers until the last page.

An excerpt from “The Lion’s Carcass”:

“The solstice surprise on Bantock Hill was a yearly event for the Philistines and Dee was expecting their arrival, but no one came and when the dawn broke the east with its first strip of daylight it was for Sam and Dee alone. The sun rose, a giant glowing orb like a red moon in a sky that was a pink and cirrus sea that washed its weird tide of colour and unfathomed emotion over the man and girl on Bantock Hill.”

Readers can find more of Isabel Wallace’s work at www.isabelwallace.blogspot.com.

“The Lion's Carcass”

By Isabel Wallace

E-Book | ISBN 9781291494679

About the Author

Isabel Wallace lived most of her life in the west country of England. She traveled quite extensively, but always returned to her home. She was a kind and modest woman who loved reading and writing as an art form. She previously published “Starshine, the ocean and the unicorn,” a story of London’s underworld, and “Ecstasia,” an erotic novel. Isabel Wallace passed away at age 51.

night and day

in my sleep

there was a frozen waterfall

caught

like a sudden splash of a huge white moon,

and later

there were fireworks and rainbows

that gave out wonderful music

as i danced and sang

on the shore of a wide black river.....

this evening

i walk in the door

of a house full of strangers

the air full of slow jazz and wine,

a woman, wide eyed and solemn

turns in the lamplight

like the earth towards the sun

and greets me

and aah!

the magic ripples between us thicker than silver

and i laugh and shake my head

like a beggar who finds jewels in his soup -

oh, what days and nights these are!

Muddle

It rained.
I rushed.
Confused.
Recent conversations
Bleach my brain.

Thoughts grow,
Muddle,
Disperse
And are lost

The sun glares on puddled-pavements

Walk towards another problem.
Try to solve it
Before I meet it.

(July 1977)

I feel your beauty

I feel your beauty
Running through me
So many secrets
Leave our love sleepy and tongue-tied

I want to fly with you
Through cirrus sea
To wake up in sweet summer
Feeling your mystery close and alive

Two teas
Both with honey please
And let my naked magic flow
For it refuses to lie still
Under green moss.