December 2010 He’d been clearing snow from the path. Others, younger, grunting curses, smashed ice thick as his wrist with car-jacks and crow-bar, their breath draped over the air like gauze. I’d waved through a window feathered by frost, glad to be inside with the stove and hot, sweet tea, content to watch an … Continue reading Three poems by Lesley Quayle
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More Poetry in Horses
City Horses by Alan Buckley Cutting across to the Abingdon Road westwards from the towpath, I walk along an unfamiliar track. A soft green lung reveals itself. Along three sides trees flourish, framing the view; like a stage’s deception, that makes a theatre disappear as it draws the audience in. Horses are gathered in the … Continue reading More Poetry in Horses
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