Testimony after Alberto Giacometti stark figurine you are here to unpick with your needle-bright point our distinguishing features the whorl of a curl the curve of a lip mother or teacher or classmate flatten to form bare outline as collars wear thin as beads fall unstrung flesh drops away the wolf called attrition called … Continue reading ‘Testimony’ by Fiona Larkin
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from ‘One Hundred Lockdown Sonnets’ by Jacqueline Saphra
XLI 2nd May 'Death Map. Interactive coronavirus map lets you find out number of deaths in your postcode.' The Sun And suddenly it's fear. He wakes me up at odd hours, pulls me out of bed, he works by stealth, he spikes my morning cup with dark. I drink him like a drug, I … Continue reading from ‘One Hundred Lockdown Sonnets’ by Jacqueline Saphra
Two Poems by Penelope Shuttle
by the hoar rock in the drowned wood* there was once a feasting-cup city pearl and aquamarine of its precincts and palaces sea-green peridot of its square miles but no one knows a way back through time to when Lyonesse was fresh from the hands of its makers No one can bear to think … Continue reading Two Poems by Penelope Shuttle
‘Tiger in the National Gallery’ by Susan Utting
Tiger in the National Gallery after Henri Rousseau’s “Surprised!” Why surprised? – I’m everywhere: I’m tapestry and marquetry, and Paris hothouse fantasy. I am pelt and roar beneath a rich man’s silk-shod feet, I shoulder-shrug a wealthy woman’s back, clotheshorses catwalk me; glass cases keep me cool and pristine, poems fete me, legends spin me, … Continue reading ‘Tiger in the National Gallery’ by Susan Utting
Two Poems by Elisabeth Sennitt Clough
Potholes Every village has them. Some appear overnight and none of them have spray-painted signs or battered warning triangles next to them. Though their ambitions are shallow, some potholes leave openings wide enough to swallow you. You try to ignore them, but they pull you in and though at first you call out, your … Continue reading Two Poems by Elisabeth Sennitt Clough
‘Paper Face’ by Greg Gilbert
Paper Face (a Sculptural Wish for the Hands) This led to this led to this led to this I’d grown afraid of the pains in my body So turned away, lost alignment With bone, sun & prayer With insect feet That saxophone the skin And the smell of mint leaves Rubbed between fingers Became a … Continue reading ‘Paper Face’ by Greg Gilbert
‘Graduation’ by Warda Yassin
Graduation As home dinners kids, we were there when you become a wizard in your maroon cloak. Our primary only a few feet across from the halfway house. Four milk toothed daughters yoyoing off arms. Was Zakariya born then? A cap fringed in gold. It’s hard to be sure what was real. Maybe you … Continue reading ‘Graduation’ by Warda Yassin
‘Teaching Tabitha to Knit’ by Carole Bromley
See, I haven’t done this for years. Take one knitting needle in each hand. No, hold it nearer the end, that’s it. Now wind the yarn round that one. Hang on, I’ll give you a hand. OK, now kind of make a loop, see? Try tucking one needle under your arm. In over through … Continue reading ‘Teaching Tabitha to Knit’ by Carole Bromley
Two Poems by Richard Price
Personality test with worked examples Are you made of dogs fogs or cogs? Son: dogs. Father: fogs. … Continue reading Two Poems by Richard Price
‘The Very End of Old Delph Will’ by Jean Atkin
All Saddleworth was plagued by boggarts in those days. Such beings stumbled by like woolsacks. And they were wide as a lane and their eyes were blazing dinner plates and they were constantly likely to emit hot winds. The country people are frightened to death said Ammon Wrigley, folklorist. Or they were, until that … Continue reading ‘The Very End of Old Delph Will’ by Jean Atkin
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