Poetry by Alan Martin
PEACE OF WORK At the surcease I wash up on the strandline, I am nobody, a bleached identity, all struggles ended, at peace now; and listen… there is the quiet of...
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PEACE OF WORK At the surcease I wash up on the strandline, I am nobody, a bleached identity, all struggles ended, at peace now; and listen… there is the quiet of...
We are delighted to offer these three delicious poems from local writer Aline Page… Cheeseboard Irrista-nibble … Blooming, sweet grapes roll between Sea salted peppered crackers, Snappily dressed, smoked salmon with dill, Vol-au-vent ready...
JUST TOO MUCH It isn’t right for me, the torrid year of ’22. I prefer the indifferent times that might have been expected when decadence brings unconcern. No, too much, the blaze...
BY BRIAN JACKSON Fish and Chips We shared our best fish and chips, ever. We sat watching seagulls thread golden silk stitching together the day’s ending and the night’s beginning. The space between seamless...
Troubled Waters Words, today, come at me like squalls at sea, unexpected, disruptive, whipping up breakers into shark’s teeth. There is a current in them; it is heading for the rocks. I wade...
Poems by ALINE PAGE Illustrations by KITTY PARSONS Relax Into Spring Relax, petal soft opening, Happiness floating, flooding Synapses of the brain, Joy again, Thank God! Springing into Being! Having laid low, dried out...
Daffodil Golden orb trembling, Moved by minuscule breeze, Humming with sunny vitality, Harnessing, seizes the day. Ridged curvaceous petals and leaves unfurled, Flanking fluted trumpet firmly projects, Frilly-edged, heralding the presence...
Storm Postmortem Storm battered and bruised by disappointments, Letting go of striving, struggles and stress; Confess to wasted effort, depletion and stuckness. Surrender to temporary inaction, relaxation, Time to research options and explore flaws,...
It’s our pleasure to present two poems from Pembrokeshire’s PAT M… Really Bright Shooting Star I know that we are not alone. Because someone lit a match in the doorway of...
WORD CHAIN TRAIN by ALINE PAGE Roughness of apple bark presses into knees, Clinging, swinging, swaying, Right hand clasped to overhead branch. Listening, intensely, Spreading awareness across flat fields, Stretching, elongating Towards a thin...