by Rachel Piercey | Feb 25, 2023 | Issue 4 poems
You grip when I slip on my tall tree trip up a staircase made of roots.You thump as I jump off the old oak stump to land in my boots boots boots! You squeak but don’t leak when I cross cold creek or peer in the pond for newts.You giggle, for the wiggle of the...
by Rachel Piercey | Feb 25, 2023 | Issue 4 poems
I walked with my friend in the bright summertime, we talked about poems, and rhythm and rhyme. We talked of his grandchild, his joy at the birth and a seed he had sown for him, deep in the earth. A poem’s a promise of harvests to come, the pip in the apple, the stone...
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...
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