Transformations Where is the entrance to the mine? There is no answer. Water flows down from the top. The bank crumbles into the washing hall. The shepherd on his quad bike with his three dogs disappears up the dusty track. A dry stone wall retreats up the Blackburn's opposite bank. Grass grows on the wall … Continue reading ‘Transformations’ by Josephine Dickinson
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Two poems by Anthony Wilson
Poem Beginning With a Line by Eve Merriam I am telling my hands to be still. They do not want to be still. My hands are grey, they are not clean, they long to be grey again. There is much they have seen and cannot speak of. I have told them they are beautiful but … Continue reading Two poems by Anthony Wilson
Three poems by Marion McCready
Degas’ The Tub for Vicki Feaver It’s the way she lies abandoned, Jezebel, to her liquid bronze bath; hair dripping over the lip of the tub, as if recovering from a marathon or from giving birth. Like the post-natal bath I had in the shock-white hospital – blood streaking the … Continue reading Three poems by Marion McCready
Two poems by Richie McCaffery
Legend The cricket club is a cow-field away from our house, yet local lore says a cricket ball knocked so far for six in the 1950s smashed one of our bay windows. I can’t say if the ball was returned, if it even crossed the players’ minds that evening in the pub, of someone … Continue reading Two poems by Richie McCaffery
Two poems by Jacquelyn Pope
Paused You can’t live in a trap but you do, in a trick, you’re trumped, stumped, spun to the side. Meant to be gone, you persist, by nettle and scratch, worked out of whim or words. Time is a tick, a stop, a slur, a blind bit of balance. You can’t live on what’s … Continue reading Two poems by Jacquelyn Pope
Two poems by Vicki Feaver
You are not You are not in the tulips, not in their flailing stems or shrivelled yellow petals that alive you'd have painted; not in the pearly wintry sky or the scarred slopes of the hill that before your legs failed you'd have climbed; not in the spiky firs or eddies and swirls of … Continue reading Two poems by Vicki Feaver
A poem by David Andrew
Matisse: the Parakeet and the Mermaid In a world in which armies were still encountered, though now their role was ‘entirely defensive,’ an old man survives the age of alliances. Younger, he looked out from hotel rooms on the Mediterranean; rooms, one supposes, full of windows and flowers, fabric, birds. There he laid down … Continue reading A poem by David Andrew
Three poems by Gillian Prew
Birds/Untitled October/ a thousand gusts unpick the leaves. Bird/and bird moored to the black-knot trees tails like rudders in harsh water/ wings wrapped featherweight sails. Paired/ they wait the length of their bond/they wait for a shift in the cold as day darkens barely into evening. The edge of rain is ahead it appears/it … Continue reading Three poems by Gillian Prew
Three poems by Mark Granier
Keys At 18, I wore a bunch of them –– pendants on a leather thong. I wanted secrets to keep, the jingle, the little teeth turning the pins, old tangible symbols. As if I might learn to belong by playing at being warder to a makeshift life: the front door to my first home, … Continue reading Three poems by Mark Granier
Two poems by C. Murray
Lilies of the Field Plump nipple blossoms more like - neatly sewn onto a blue bodice. Virgin surprise! One wink and they’re blown confetti on wet ground. Unrelated Images Sequence Those images I had trashed sing now their separation. I. An arch forms beneath the new forsythia leaf enter the moorhen in … Continue reading Two poems by C. Murray
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