Catherine Fisher
Catherine Fisher
Catherine Fisheris a Welsh writer, broadcaster and adjudicator who lives in Newport. Her former jobs include working as a primary school teacher and archaeologist. She also taught Writing for Children at the University of Glamorgan...
NationalityWelsh
ProfessionWriter
wise dream swans
Where are the leaders?' Sapphique asked. 'In the fortresses,' the swan replied. 'And the poets?' 'Lost in dreams of other worlds.' 'And the craftsmen?' 'Forging machines to challenge the darkness.' 'And the Wise, who made the world?' The swan lowered its black neck sadly. 'Dwindled to crones and sorcerers in towers.
loss dark soul
Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul
men like-you old-man
Finn smiled ruefully. "I'm a Prisoner, old man. Just like you.
dream wall despair
Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams. A wall at the world's end. Behind it I await death. Because all our work has come to this.
life queens moving
The world is a chessboard, Madam, on which we play out our ploys and follies. You are the Queen, of course. Your moves are the strongest. For myself, I claim only to be a knight, advancing in a crooked progress. Do we move ourselves, do you think, or does a great gloved hand place on our squares
stars legends
Underground, the stars are legend.
eye shadow her-eyes
Shadow turned. Her eyes were wet; she smiled at him wanley. "I'll be she loved you.
survival pay
Freedom is a small price to pay for survival.
All my life I have dreamed of you.
ideas enough concerned
None of us have much idea where we are. Perhaps all our lives are too concerned with where, and not enough with who.
past men artist
We are chained hand and foot by protocol, enslaved to a static, empty world where men and women can’t read, where the scientific advances of the ages are the preserve of the rich, where artists and poets are doomed to endless repetitions and sterile reworking of past masterpieces. Nothing is new. New does not exist. Nothing changes, nothing grows, evolves, develops. Time has stopped. Progress is forbidden
song wall lying
Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique
song wall fall
All my years to this moment All my roads to this wall. All my words to this silence All my pride to this fall. -Songs of Sapphique
song stars coats
I have walked a stair of swords, I have worn a coat of scars. I have vowed with hollow words, I have lied my way to the stars -Songs of Sapphique