Age of gold Burnish the armour. Drench the altar. Flourish the treasure. Or walk out into a flare of sunlight that's all that matters here, this moment. Those gods you named and brought to life seem to like you. Days like this, you might expect to hear from one. Pellucid, bright as a rock-pool … Continue reading Three poems by Alasdair Paterson
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Three poems by Linda Black
Dancing Can be done at any time, mathematically speaking. A child in the front row, she sees the Prince’s laddered tights. This opens up and widens her. In her grandparent’s house, at the end of a terrace, up a hill you get to through Gledhow Valley Woods, next to a parade where the green-grocer … Continue reading Three poems by Linda Black
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