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...
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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