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‘The Pale Horse’ by Lesley Ingram

November 9, 2013June 19, 2018 ~ And Other Poems

    At twilight she is still sitting with the book in her hand, staring through the window, looking for snow. Have you seen my horse? she says, eyes wild with loss.  I smile, brush her hair.  She purrs. She cups my face.  I know you, she whispers, have you stolen my horse?  I cover … Continue reading ‘The Pale Horse’ by Lesley Ingram

A poem by K.S. Moore

November 8, 2013May 28, 2014 ~ And Other Poems

  Shiver The wind soothsays in the key of G, sighing, I match my tone to his. In our duet I hold out strong, harmonise while he exhales, one lowing note that swoops, rounds, clarifies everything I know in a wild sonata. I close the window, end his song, believe in me, my solo pending, … Continue reading A poem by K.S. Moore

‘Gravity’ by Alan Buckley

November 5, 2013June 18, 2015 ~ And Other Poems

  Gravity by Alan Buckley The aerialist swings up and out, beyond the proscenium arch. She reaches the dead point of pure weightlessness, hair rippling outwards, lets go of the corde volante. We catch our breath: for a heartbeat body and rope are floating apart, electric air between them. Later, she’ll smile – Whatever you … Continue reading ‘Gravity’ by Alan Buckley

A poem by Janet Rogerson

November 1, 2013May 28, 2014 ~ And Other Poems

  Below See-Level There is a boy and if you were to look closely, his face would change you. He is so impossibly beautiful, you might even fall in love with him, but he sits below see-level. In the hierarchy of the streets he is on the bottom rung, he sits cross-legged. His corner is … Continue reading A poem by Janet Rogerson

‘Dying Arts’ by Roy Marshall

October 29, 2013June 12, 2015 ~ And Other Poems

Dying Arts As the last window cleaner born during the age of whistling stashes his bucket and flannel and millions of ear plugs play into millions of closed circuit skulls it seems the art is only practised now by dry lipped ex-paperboys in retirement homes as they pour a morning brew becoming as rare as … Continue reading ‘Dying Arts’ by Roy Marshall

‘Window, Honley’ by Niall Campbell

October 25, 2013July 21, 2015 ~ And Other Poems

  Window, Honley by Niall Campbell The village bell’s been broken for a month, sounding a flat, wrecked chime to the main hour; the clapper between its iron walls sung out, so I’ll ask what time matters anyway: just light, less light, and dark; the going off of milk or love; our tides claimed back: … Continue reading ‘Window, Honley’ by Niall Campbell

‘The Aran’ by Anna Wigley

October 22, 2013September 6, 2015 ~ And Other Poems

  The Aran   This woman's hands recall her grandmother's: a pair of billing doves, crouched close in her lap, weaving wool in their beaks. The threads are thick as twine and oiled good as a seagull's weatherproof. On rainy coastal walks they will hold out. Under her darting fingers the twisting ribs cable down … Continue reading ‘The Aran’ by Anna Wigley

‘Rendezvous’ by Carole Bromley

October 18, 2013June 30, 2015 ~ And Other Poems

  Rendezvous after Dennis O’Driscoll I am in Stonegate expecting to meet you at 4 You are in The Shambles expecting to meet me at 4 I have shopping bags that lengthen my arms you have Jonathan on your shoulders It’s Christmas and I’m Dreaming blasts out from Ye Olde Starre Inn In Giovanni’s doorway … Continue reading ‘Rendezvous’ by Carole Bromley

‘Before Epiphany, 1946’ by Nikki Magennis

October 15, 2013June 30, 2015 ~ And Other Poems

  Before Epiphany, 1946 When the war was a ragged tail and we were lost far to the north in the open prison of midwinter the laird showed his kindness and invited us to dinner at the castle. We dressed like actors in borrowed shirts and coal-black coats that did not keep out the cold … Continue reading ‘Before Epiphany, 1946’ by Nikki Magennis

‘Helen, Setting Matters Straight’ by Madeline Parsons

October 11, 2013January 12, 2016 ~ And Other Poems

Helen, Setting Matters Straight There wasn’t a woman in town didn’t think I was the devil incarnate the way I walked out on my three children – just ran into the kitchen one day, set down the messages, threw myself into the car and hightailed it to the hills.   He was waiting for me … Continue reading ‘Helen, Setting Matters Straight’ by Madeline Parsons

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