by Rachel Piercey | Jan 12, 2022 | Issue 1 poems
Tick … tock … tick … tock … Can you hear the platform clock? Crowds are queuing in the station, Dreaming of their destination. Bags and trunks and packs and cases, Bound for umpteen different places! Up the line the track is singing; Silver rails are faintly ringing....
by Rachel Piercey | Jan 12, 2022 | Issue 1 poems
Well, here is a puzzle I can’t seem to fix. Am I in year seven? Or still a year six? Primary’s over – it’s finished, all done. There’s no doubt about it; the summer’s begun. I’ve taken my books home, I’ve emptied my tray. No need to rehearse for the end-of-school...
by Rachel Piercey | Jan 12, 2022 | Issue 1 poems
The old year is leaving through the window. The new year waits outside the door. I make myself tea in the kitchen Leaving a window open. The year is flying out But I am not ready to open the door. Not yet. All quiet now. Some make a clean break from the past. Some...
by Rachel Piercey | Jan 12, 2022 | Issue 1 poems
Stretching shadows, sinking Sun. Dark at last, the night’s begun. Time for Moon to rule the sky as stars keep sentry from up high. Stillness settles, soft and deep. Quiet lulls and leads to sleep. Gates to dreamland open wide. Welcome, dreamers. Come inside. ...
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