Somewhere, near an open window at a time of year full of preparations for a tomorrow, these bustling flowers settle themselves. Each looks up from its place in the shade, spreads excitement. What a gift that you could bring them home: the whole year in your arms — a blue-white memory of snow, an aria … Continue reading ‘Cineraria’ by Maria Isakova Bennett
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Two poems by Michael Brown
Water lilies We are watching the sun’s slow dive into the Wirral. You want to touch the water-stars of its last light. Soon it will be time for us to separate . Outside this frame of hush that weightless walk back from the Tate — where I had wanted to fall inside the green water … Continue reading Two poems by Michael Brown
Two poems by Maria Isakova Bennett
Adrift It’s November and half way through the Our Father when Richie lifts his head and slurs ‘Halloween be thy name.’ We serve plates of food – little rescue rafts on an uncertain sea. Even the homeless centre reminds me of you: the way you talked to the man on the street in Dublin, bought … Continue reading Two poems by Maria Isakova Bennett
