by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
Sneaky little, cheeky little, squeaky little gremlins, Meddling with machinery and tinkering with tyres, Slipping through the pipework and ratcheting the ratchets, Winding and unwinding and then twisting up the wires. Naughty little gremlins, what have they been...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
No wonder wands are made from trees inside them are such mysteries their barky skin, their leafy crown concealing hearts all gold and brown that’s where the magic work is done each year a brand-new ring is sprung as each tree does what good trees should cast spells...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
Sparks dance on her fingertips. Jagged hair stands on end. Hissing voice crackles as she makes the lightning bend. Challenged by booming thunder, she answers its angry call. Cracking her electric whip into the howling squall. This Fairy is no sugar plum dancing under...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
Will slip through a keyhole like a body of mist. Will blow out the candles before the wish. Will tangle shoelaces, muddle drawers. Swap all the keys for cupboards and doors. Skate a figure of seven instead of an eight. Blow raspberries over the kissing gate. Mix sugar...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
The evil magician’s breakfast table is laid with eggs and toast and mwah-hah-hah-hah- malade. * Bill Jones is a writer and illustrator who lives in Gloucestershire, UK, with a small dog and an interest in magic. He is the author of an illustrated novel of puns...
by Rachel Piercey | Nov 13, 2026 | Issue 12 poems
I found a pocket of time in an old jacket of mine. I wondered what would happen if I put something inside? So I put in a plum and it turned to a prune. I put in May and it turned into June. I put in a cub that turned to a bear. I put in a seed that turned to a pear. I...
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