by Rachel Piercey | Feb 25, 2023 | Issue 4 poems
Grief is a house guest you can’t turn away. You struggle at first just to open the door. Welcome her in. There is no other way. You don’t think to ask her how long she will stay. You recognise her, you have met her before: The adamant house guest you can’t turn away....
by Rachel Piercey | Feb 25, 2023 | Issue 4 poems
Over the mountains and under the sky, With the sun at his back and the wind in his eye, They call him the magic lantern man, And wherever he goes, Everyone knows There’ll soon be a show. Lamps and candles, Songs and tales, An old oil can, Some dreams for sale – Magic...
by Rachel Piercey | Feb 25, 2023 | Issue 4 poems
Here’s to the rebels who did it all first Who swung the first swing, who slid the first slide Who sought the first seek, who hid the first hide Who made the first hat, and the first pair of shoes In those days long ago when old fashioned was new. Here’s to the rebels...
by Rachel Piercey | Feb 25, 2023 | Issue 4 poems
I came across a dragon fast asleep upon a twig.(Least I thought he was a dragon, though he wasn’t very big).His coat was olive green above and fiery red below. I said, ‘Good morning, little dragon. Pleased to meet you, little dragon. Are you...
by Rachel Piercey | Feb 25, 2023 | Issue 4 poems
I’m older than my sister: I’m eight and she’s just three, yet when we’re given sweets, she gets the same amount as me. But clearly, this is such a crime! “Her tummy’s half the size of mine!” I tell them, with a glare. It’s utterly unfair! My sister claims I’m bossy....
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