by Rachel Piercey | Oct 6, 2022 | Issue 3 poems
after Paul Klee I almost fell off the red bridge but the yellow moon shining in the blue night said: see that pink tower with a black roof? There lives old Uncle Paul a smart painter who can make any old thing into a bright new toy. Knock on the door he’ll let you in...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 6, 2022 | Issue 3 poems
The sun looks like a big, beautiful orange high in the sky. An orange tastes like a big burst of sunshine in my mouth. Yum! Theresa Gaughan is a veteran teacher who currently teaches third grade in Knoxville, Tennessee. She enjoys creating poems to share...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 6, 2022 | Issue 3 poems
There was a hungry boy who swallowed the sun. ‘Oh, what have you done to the sun?’ said his mother. ‘Now go to your room.’ And the very next day while his mum was away his eyes burned yellow, poor fellow! There was a hungry boy who swallowed a cloud. ‘You’re not...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 6, 2022 | Issue 3 poems
You illuminated manuscript pages by sages in the middle ages and, later, greater paintings by Renaissance aces. You helped decorate the home, from China to Rome. But most of all, beyond your fame, I just really like your name. Thanks vermilion. Harry...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 6, 2022 | Issue 3 poems
Sofia had a paintbox, she loved its reds and blues, the trouble was deciding which little square to use. She sometimes got distracted, made the sky an olive green, coloured the sea in scarlet lake instead of ultramarine, painted the birds burnt umber, the trees...
by Rachel Piercey | Oct 6, 2022 | Issue 3 poems
Sky is wearing red tonight – really making an entrance. Trees are over shadowed, stand with branches lowered as they mingle with forest tracks, blend bark with bark, stare at their roots. The grass, hedges and rocky outcrops don’t compete, because Sky is wearing red...
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