The Dancers on Graves gather at dawn, 21st June, by the large yew; limber up, leaning on the back ends of monuments and tombs; adjust bandeaux and legwarmers; yodel a little, do scales to loosen the chi. The relevant areas are corralled with ribbon, beginning with John Henry Frayn, father of three, down to … Continue reading Three poems by Geraldine Clarkson
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A poem by Robin Houghton
Container In the first floor apartment movers swarmed, big hands, my childhood piano shifted by their grunts, prints lifted from walls, everywhere the sound of paper, rolling and wrapping small items, I glanced away from fridge magnets, swaddled in their shrouds, laid out like ‘pass the parcel’ games, ready to pack. My cupboards were … Continue reading A poem by Robin Houghton
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