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Final Wave of Holiday Poems
Swimming Lessons by Allison McVety It rained the whole fortnight, so my father got it into his head to teach me something useful, like how to stretch my body out to crawl from doggy paddle, how to cleave then palm the water, how to skim, how to drive from the shoulder, the chest, the diaphragm, … Continue reading Final Wave of Holiday Poems
New Wave of Poems
24 rue Carnot by Martin Malone This house lolls in a droiling back street. The army-issue blanket of working week sleep is rolled aside for a thousand-egg omelette that duvets dreams of fish and strange meetings. In this bed I drive to Lagrasse to chat to a long dead friend in some doorway; him blue-eyed … Continue reading New Wave of Poems
Another Wave of Holiday Poems
Django Fontina by Rebecca Perry I saw rain in Galilee. I saw rain in Lauterbrunnen. In the Black Forest I saw apple-sized hailstones smash through the windscreens of abandoned cars. In Egypt, from a hot air balloon, I saw a funeral – a body in a white sheet lowered into the sand. In Hong Kong, … Continue reading Another Wave of Holiday Poems
First Wave of Holiday Poems
Manifesto for the First Day of British Summer Time by Anna Kisby Open up like a nest-bird for cherry ice-cream. Wear a pink moustache. Make love to an ant. Dismay at the smudge it becomes. Remember the tree-house. Sweep it of muck. Arrange leaves in size order; weight each one with a squirrel dropping. This … Continue reading First Wave of Holiday Poems
Two poems by Richard O’Brien
National Moth Night The story goes: I’m six or so and stamping on endangered moths, to your embarrassment and the shock of members of the Wildlife Watch. Before or afterwards we stayed up late for badgers, and you picked me up from parties where I drank too much and kept you up past twelve, … Continue reading Two poems by Richard O’Brien
‘Bliss in Cape Town, 1921’ by MJ Oliver
Bliss in Cape Town, 1921 I done find Jim in dockyard lyin on shed floor. He look scare, I close door gentle. No worry, I say, I call Bliss, an I kiss him rose flower mouth. Pleasure sailor that my job, but this diffrent. I only fourteen, rember, he fifteen, sixteen most. Old sailor … Continue reading ‘Bliss in Cape Town, 1921’ by MJ Oliver
Two poems by Polly Atkin
In the Stairwell In the stairwell the air is wood where wood is a dark mass hungry for memory and dust. It is shiny with taking, with touch. In the garden wall, a door, half-way up. In the door, fifteen etched lenses. Twelve steps to the top. The shutters are open. Cold light slips … Continue reading Two poems by Polly Atkin
‘What I’ll do if she leaves me’ by Cutter Streeby
What I’ll do if she leaves me I’ll crash my ship into an island, line my ceiling with its mast. I’ll become a collector of wine-bottle letters, line my eco-friendly walls with the glass. I’ll grow a philosopher’s beard, expound on the sea. I’ll transcribe every scripture in a shell’s open mouth. I’ll romanticize … Continue reading ‘What I’ll do if she leaves me’ by Cutter Streeby
‘The Gate’ by Afric McGlinchey
The gate They need a context to eke out their distant echo, undisturbed by cities or freeways, some place desolate perhaps, where bones have settled well below earth, and bats hold on in the favoured dark, where a fox might bark; a place to find comfort among moth-coloured shapes in the unlit gloom, haunted … Continue reading ‘The Gate’ by Afric McGlinchey
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