Redefining Progress The land man’s drone hovers over his slavering selection of pigs before their poke. The trough is a circle of pink arses - like a ring of buffet prawns - snuffling at the feed, the filth of mud-stuck trotters in a competition of grunts & steam. My father wedges his pale pink difference … Continue reading Two poems by Peter Raynard
Tag: Poetry
Three poems by Tom Sastry
Normalisation It’s like the old days; a fortnight’s needs in tins under the stairs. The crisis, like the weather is changeable. Some days the shops are full, the power constant. Some days the streets are calm. The news is still earnest nothings, outrage, sport and gossip. They haven’t yet asked for your passwords. The leaves … Continue reading Three poems by Tom Sastry
Two poems by Mark Fiddes
An Early Swim She cuts down her lane like scissors through blue silk with barely a snip; her deft turn at each end is a stitch. One morning, she will rise from the ladder, the pool draped over her shoulders like a cape of kingfishers. He rolls like a barrel of vintage port cast overboard, … Continue reading Two poems by Mark Fiddes
Three poems by Wendy Pratt
October 4th 2003 Our future is a free flying kite or a gull or a scarf on the wind. I bend gracefully to thank and smile, thank and smile; a ballerina in a music box. That night I unpin my hair, in a ritual undressing, a re-virgining of my whole self, it seems absolutely right … Continue reading Three poems by Wendy Pratt
Two poems by Kevin Cahill
Returning ‘You say I am repeating something I have said before… I shall say it again. This is the spring time but not in time’s covenant.’ – T.S. Eliot, East Coker/Little Gidding One afternoon I woke up words no one uses now: When Flora had ourfret the firth, in May of every moneth queen, when … Continue reading Two poems by Kevin Cahill
Two poems by Kathy Pimlott
As You Are 90, I Must Be 65 There’s something wrong with the guttering: it could be nests. When it rains cataracts drown the geraniums. This is one problem. Another is the rockery, overrun by Creeping Jenny and saplings which would become a forest left to their own devices. Someone stole the lilies-of-the-valley, and the … Continue reading Two poems by Kathy Pimlott
Three poems by David Tait
Three poems from The AQI (smith|doorstop 2018) Smog I don’t have long to write so let me tell you that today’s smog is so thick that I’ve sat inside with a headache, wearing a face-mask next to an air purifier, that the recorded figures are double the hazardous limit, that these measurements are probably a … Continue reading Three poems by David Tait
Two poems by Robert Peake
Letter to the Last Megafauna My friends, you wouldn’t like it here, moss squelching underfoot, lean drizzle tickling your rivulets, bare trees. We’d give you names like Babar, Dumbo, Topsy, then shackle your legs for safety (ours), parade you in a car for entertainment (ours). Everywhere we go (archaeology shows) the giants disappear – save … Continue reading Two poems by Robert Peake
Two poems by Wendy French
This Way or That peregrine falcons dived round our heads that time we climbed Snowdon my mother’s voice from the middle of the night Remember to feed your father in the kitchen - sleep well her voice comes in … Continue reading Two poems by Wendy French
‘Foaling’ by Rachel Bower
Nobody told me I would become a beast during labour four fingers open, a horse measured in hands. I whinnied and brayed but no-one understood – they tacked me up anyway and let me shit on the floor. When my legs buckled they walked round me, tidied the stalls, talked among themselves, indifferent to my … Continue reading ‘Foaling’ by Rachel Bower
andotherpoems.com 