by Rachel Piercey | Oct 6, 2022 | Issue 3 poems
Red are plums and loganberries, Bramble, port and damson jellies, Hips and haws and juicy cherries. Red is tasty. Blue are chilly winter skies, Hyacinths and jackdaws’ eyes, Kingfishers and damselflies. Blue is beauty. Green are mosses, lichens, leaves, Conker cases,...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 6, 2022 | Issue 3 poems
Dazzle my kin, spite my foes, Transfix my friends, bewitch my toes. Bruise of purple, splash of blue, Pulse of red, gleam of moon, Glitter of stars, pizazz of pink, Breeze of green, brown of skink. Colours fix, bold and true, Colour-fast till next blue moon. Bring all...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 6, 2022 | Issue 3 poems
Louise Crosby is an illustrator, poet and retired teacher. She often illustrates poems as comics and makes artbooks and zines. She is beginning to write more poetry for children. Louise has poems published in magazines and anthologies including Under the...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 6, 2022 | Issue 3 poems
great uncle jo’s room in the hospice looks like a flower meadow he used to love gardening so we brought him lots of little pots of hyacinths and daffodils we dug them up from his allotment very carefully and cycled them over he says they are good company not just...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 6, 2022 | Issue 3 poems
Tomatoes Scarlet skins pulled taut seeds swimming in sweet-sour juice ready to explode Peppers Aglow from within ruby, emerald, topaz gems of fire and spice Onions Peel away layers tissue first, then satin sheets tearful unveiling Watermelons Chunky red slush in...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 6, 2022 | Issue 3 poems
It’s not good for the driver who has someplace to be or for the critters nearby in the sewer, brook or tree. But the gasoline leaking from an unknown vehicle leaves a mural of swirling colour on my street – a roiling ocean sunset during a storm. A masterpiece. ...
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