Clocks Holding hands, we balance and hop in silence through the long grass so as not to wake the farm dogs. The metal field gate resists my push and prints a leaf green pattern on my coat whilst I shoulder it wide into the land. You’re riding high, holding tightly until thin pink wellingtons skid off and your cry wakes the dogs. This day, … Continue reading A poem by David Coldwell
Piano Lesson Under my palms are apples, skin red, I feel their waxy blush as I hold them in a tight but nervous caress. I must not let them fall onto the keys as my hands arch in a grip as they tip over scales, throw arpeggios this way and that. ‘Have you practiced at all this week?’ she asks with a ruler quiver-held … Continue reading A poem by Alison Lock
Cracked ice Muffled chink of milk bottles handled by the milkman’s barely unfrozen fingers when I was younger you gave me a hard rock in a soft place the space between my outspread palms mouth of a closing door opening wider sound of ice in the river my face when I look at myself in the mirror. I must remember these when I go … Continue reading A poem by Geraldine Green
Longing Breath on the back of my neck, fingertips that slip away, footsteps behind me fading the more I strain to hear, felt as a shiver in the gut, the gravitational pull of planets, a gene lurking in strands of DNA like a song bound to endless repeats. I catch you in unsuspecting mirrors, a ghost in peripheral vision, the glance I cannot stop, the … Continue reading ‘Longing’ by Shirley Wright
