Please Do Not Touch the Walrus or Sit on the Iceberg Horniman Museum, Summer 2019 So, I clamber up, on top of the fibreglass plinth, rise from the chevrons of the parquet floor as though it melted into thick-cold waves and I emerge, triumphant and substantial, hear my epic … Continue reading ‘Please Do Not Touch the Walrus or Sit on the Iceberg’ by Caleb Parkin
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Two poems by Mark Russell
For Harry, Wilma & Queen George The company assembles on home turf – The Dolphin. One whisky, and dog tags to help us home. Camel calls a taxi to take us to the start – The Britannia. From here our orders are: pints of bitter only. Wire gets a text in The Crown & Sceptre. … Continue reading Two poems by Mark Russell
Two poems by Ben Parker
Ornithology There is a type of bird whose mating call comes not from its throat but the inside of its egg. So, while the female’s shell lodges the lives of feathered embryos, the male’s encloses air. When it is laid the casing dries and shrinks and the carefully uneven surface starts to crack, releasing … Continue reading Two poems by Ben Parker
‘Gravity’ by Alan Buckley
Gravity by Alan Buckley The aerialist swings up and out, beyond the proscenium arch. She reaches the dead point of pure weightlessness, hair rippling outwards, lets go of the corde volante. We catch our breath: for a heartbeat body and rope are floating apart, electric air between them. Later, she’ll smile – Whatever you … Continue reading ‘Gravity’ by Alan Buckley
Two poems by Richard O’Brien
National Moth Night The story goes: I’m six or so and stamping on endangered moths, to your embarrassment and the shock of members of the Wildlife Watch. Before or afterwards we stayed up late for badgers, and you picked me up from parties where I drank too much and kept you up past twelve, … Continue reading Two poems by Richard O’Brien
‘When I Was A Boy’ by Liz Berry
I was a boy every week-day afternoon the year I was seven. Hitched my school skirt into shorts, flattened my hair with a black ballet band, wore my brother’s elasticated tie. I had many different names: sometimes Paul or Steven (boy next door), sometimes Dean (rough) or Jean Paul (exotic), here on exchange. I … Continue reading ‘When I Was A Boy’ by Liz Berry
A poem by Ben Parker
One Place Out here the elms echo with the eagle-shout and sparrow-cry; leaves tune the wind; the only path is the one your trespass cuts. Your car is waiting at the forest’s edge with autumn already falling on its roof. You bag and bury your mud clad-shoes before rejoining the nightly homeward grind, just … Continue reading A poem by Ben Parker
‘Fox’s Eye’ by Amy Key
Fox's Eye Only take away the very dead, mouldering the air. Keep those that shiver cracker-dry, their throats ceramic and petals pearl. Let them loom more softly against the wall. As everything in this room has gone brittle: the pipes knuckle-crack equations, flakes trim the skirting, butterflies fidget off mantles of dust. In my … Continue reading ‘Fox’s Eye’ by Amy Key
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