Harvest After stripping the branches of berries the robin held a handful of seeds in her stomach: the robin carried a tree – in fact she secretly sowed a whole forest – a store of bows and arrows and shields. Years found the bird had planted a battle, her tiny body had borne the new … Continue reading ‘Harvest’ by Isabel Galleymore
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Two poems by Stephen Boyce
Marking the Place The red route of the A5 lies across the pages of our life like a silk ribbon marking the place: Betws, honeymoon rained off; Wrexham snowed in, out of work, in love, you fixing the roof at Llanarmon; Bridgnorth, changing nappies in a lay-by; the chiropractor cracking bones in Shrewsbury. … Continue reading Two poems by Stephen Boyce
A poem by Anthony Wilson
Borderline for and after Lawrence Sail the sump-life of the place - Seamus Heaney These are the flatlands stitched between flood-plain and ditch, everything provisional, ooze and sluice. The estuary looks walkable, spines of red clay rising from slate water with flanks of weeping slip which shimmer mother-of-pearl, silver, molten. A … Continue reading A poem by Anthony Wilson
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