After the Wedding Back then, you were so London with your ecstatic white teeth, guest lists blissed from your fingers like weather reports. I have adored your ankles, snaffled the fine hairs that crisp the small of your back, & now, after I’ve licked the soap-traces from the underside of your knees, we find ourselves … Continue reading ‘After the Wedding’ by Daniel Sluman
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A poem by Sharon Black
House of Swan You strike and I flare inside a cage of ice, dance the dance you taught me as a cygnet when you made me walk across your cigarette’s flicked ash. Too narrow for the spread of wings but wide enough to gaze for hours at my reflection as bones fused into shapes … Continue reading A poem by Sharon Black
‘Fox’s Eye’ by Amy Key
Fox's Eye Only take away the very dead, mouldering the air. Keep those that shiver cracker-dry, their throats ceramic and petals pearl. Let them loom more softly against the wall. As everything in this room has gone brittle: the pipes knuckle-crack equations, flakes trim the skirting, butterflies fidget off mantles of dust. In my … Continue reading ‘Fox’s Eye’ by Amy Key
‘Minor Hours’ by Max Wallis
Minor Hours Wake before bells fall when rain chatters at blinds and the haze of dawn is so thin you could slip through the light and press yourself against another world. Lie there and listen to the brook that gutters across the stones. Outside you know foxes gnaw at takeaways in bins. A cub … Continue reading ‘Minor Hours’ by Max Wallis
‘This Heart’ by Geraldine Clarkson
This Heart This cancelled cheque stub This ruby nightdress, flammable/ inflammable This pack of spare Catherine wheels This sack of reindeer antlers dry to tinder—this pot of glue This kindling This old lover’s glove, stitched leather This mechanical sunshine This poem begun again This poem begun again This hillock overlooking the Atlantic in the … Continue reading ‘This Heart’ by Geraldine Clarkson
A poem by Vanessa Gebbie
Beara Litany (after Paddy Bushe’s translation of the Song of Amergin) Am the heron’s hunchbacked flight Am the song of the tagged sea-eagle Am the roots of Ogham stones Am horizon’s blurred conjoining Am a hundred shades of shadow Am the sparrowhawk’s cry Am the cattle on the strand Am the gannet’s lightning … Continue reading A poem by Vanessa Gebbie
‘Through Carved Wooden Binoculars’ by Sarah Salway
Through Carved Wooden Binoculars 1. I want to carve you some wooden binoculars. 2. I want to sew you a suit from slivers of bark. 3. I want to run up and down your body like an ant. 4. I want to take each one of your feet and bury it in earth. 5. … Continue reading ‘Through Carved Wooden Binoculars’ by Sarah Salway
‘Vermeer’s Milk Maid’ by Esther Morgan
Vermeer's Milk Maid I want to steal this picture - the stillness of the girl's averted face as she concentrates on a ribbon of milk, oblivious of my presence. This is a moment of balance, like the rounded belly of the pitcher hefted in her palm, the endless shift of weight from vessel to vessel. … Continue reading ‘Vermeer’s Milk Maid’ by Esther Morgan
‘i and the Village’ by C. Murray
i and the Village (after Marc Chagall) Dew drops into jade a three-quarter moon. Love O love! Your uprooted flower dissipates Its scentedness onto my hand, soon O soon recalling to me a certain music - My fate was always to leave the place where moon danced with subtle Neptune! All dissolves - Save … Continue reading ‘i and the Village’ by C. Murray
‘Lldánach’ (“skilled in many arts”) by Paul Adrian
Lldánach (“skilled in many arts”) the mighty, the ragged, the hoary, poet, wheelwright, harpist, blacksmith, champion, who was threefold born, and leavened fire whose wink could spook a horse who smashed Balor’s baleful gaze through the back of his head whose many wains were skinned with gorse who breathed from his feet upwards whose mind … Continue reading ‘Lldánach’ (“skilled in many arts”) by Paul Adrian
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