Category: Summer 2017 Poetry
þögnin
Dandy
by Gerry Cambridge Dandy for my father and grandfather As he got older he grew increasingly more flamboyant in dress, out of a youth of
An Old Story
by Gerry Cambridge After a long absence my uncle arrived one night across the sea from Ireland. Some terrible thing had happened. Frost had
Iris
by Jane McKie When I get to the hot country I fling my sunhat down, letting my forehead bake to the gold of gooseberry piecrust. My arms will
Esso
by Jane McKie I dash from the pump: unseasonable hail has begun to javelin on the forecourt, perfume of petrol turned to freezing junk. Not far,
Visitors
by Yvonne Gray You edged through darkness, tracing the lines of longitude north. The engine droned and wing lights pulsed as you followed the
Return of the Erne
by Yvonne Gray You are ancient bones drawn into the light from a stone–lined tomb. You are golden shafts that beam from the eyrie above the
Glass Bangle
by Valerie Gillies We discover by chance how time can flow — in the broken glass bangle lost by a tribesgirl within the ramparts of the fort
Bowers Knowe
by Valerie Gillies Bowers Knowe, we’ll never know now. In the north side of a natural mound a group of bronze age cists are found close together.
The Reading
by Tom Pow The Reading Granada, Nicaragua i.m. Derek Walcott The old master swivels his prize– winning head round the audience