by Rachel Piercey | Jul 21, 2023 | Issue 5 poems
While we were gone today the pond, fed up with being left outside, broke in through the back door. It trickled round the house, leaving a snail here, a tadpole there, a green stain on the armchair. It must have been in the bath – the taps were slimy – and Dad’s...
by Rachel Piercey | Jul 21, 2023 | Issue 5 poems
and the house is so quiet it’s like a spell has been cast, turning the world to ice, turning the world to glass. Through the window the garden looks made of metal: grey and gleaming and still. So you open the back door and step outside, where the air is cool as milk...
by Rachel Piercey | Jul 21, 2023 | Issue 5 poems
Spring is everything shouting YES! the flowers to the sun turning up their heads the blossom to the wind so happy to be spread the grass to the rain as it shoots up tall the bees to the pollen most important of all and me to the world and the world to me saying yes to...
by Rachel Piercey | Jul 21, 2023 | Issue 5 poems
As I step into the cold outside, the outside cold steps into me. It fills and holds my lungs as tight as a sapling grips the soil. My next breath nurtures it quickly into a vast oak, stiff branches reaching out, its dry leaves rustling as the air crawls by. No deeper...
by Rachel Piercey | Jul 21, 2023 | Issue 5 poems
A tossed seed, a lost seed, an underground after frost seed, A new sprout, a true sprout, a covered in morning dew sprout, A young seedling, a swung seedling, a song that’s yet to be sung seedling, A root tree, a fruit tree, a home for critters to boot tree, A white...
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