by Rachel Piercey | Jan 12, 2022 | Issue 1 poems
runner, runner ready, set, go! baker, baker ready, set, dough! farmer, farmer ready, set, hoe! pitcher, pitcher ready, set, throw! bedbug, bedbug ready, set, bite! firefly, firefly ready, set, light! Tyger Tyger, burning bright,...
by Rachel Piercey | Jan 12, 2022 | Issue 1 poems
The morning is quiet. There’s nothing I hear. I think there’s a riot of hush in my ear, a growl that is purring, a sleep without snoring, a monster not stirring, a lion not roaring, a shaking that’s steady, a wave that’s not breaking. I’m rested and ready. It’s time...
by Rachel Piercey | Jan 12, 2022 | Issue 1 poems
The water begins in the river The river begins in the mountains The mountains begin in an earthquake The earthquake begins in a tremor The tremor begins in the earth’s crust The earth’s crust begins in the ocean The ocean begins in the moon-tides The moon-tides begin...
by Rachel Piercey | Jan 12, 2022 | Issue 1 poems
Catching a Yawn At first you don’t notice it.Because a yawn starts tiny,Tweaking in the top of your belly.Then your ribs begin to tickleAnd to rise and roll Over your chest, drawing your breath Until now you notice;There’s a ball in your chest spinning, ping pong...
by Rachel Piercey | Jan 12, 2022 | Issue 1 poems
Nine months of waiting – best part of a year. Mum’s belly a beachball; mine swelling with fear. What if they love me less than before? When our three becomes a four. Our house filling up with mysterious things: monitors, bottles, baby slings. Nappies. A...
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