by Rachel Piercey | Feb 25, 2023 | Issue 4 poems
Today my friend is coming round for tea; I’ll have that fizzy feeling all day long, which ties a shining string from her to me. Today my friend is coming round for tea. It’s like a gift that no one else can see; my feet have got a smile, my heart a song. Today my...
by Rachel Piercey | Feb 25, 2023 | Issue 4 poems
Can we have a pet please? A pet please? A pet please? Can we have a pet please? Anything will do. Can we have a black cat? A fat cat? A wombat? A spider or a tiger or a jumpy kangaroo? Can we have a long dog? A small dog? A mad dog? A puppy or a guppy or a...
by Rachel Piercey | Feb 25, 2023 | Issue 4 poems
Just a button? Just a button? What kind of button?! I’ve got… Metal buttons, glass buttons, wood buttons, brass buttons, Toggle buttons, brace buttons, pearl buttons, lace buttons, Popper buttons, horn buttons, new buttons, worn buttons, Leather buttons, gold buttons,...
by Rachel Piercey | Feb 25, 2023 | Issue 4 poems
You grip when I slip on my tall tree trip up a staircase made of roots.You thump as I jump off the old oak stump to land in my boots boots boots! You squeak but don’t leak when I cross cold creek or peer in the pond for newts.You giggle, for the wiggle of the...
by Rachel Piercey | Feb 25, 2023 | Issue 4 poems
I walked with my friend in the bright summertime, we talked about poems, and rhythm and rhyme. We talked of his grandchild, his joy at the birth and a seed he had sown for him, deep in the earth. A poem’s a promise of harvests to come, the pip in the apple, the stone...
by Rachel Piercey | Feb 25, 2023 | Issue 4 poems
Grief is a house guest you can’t turn away. You struggle at first just to open the door. Welcome her in. There is no other way. You don’t think to ask her how long she will stay. You recognise her, you have met her before: The adamant house guest you can’t turn away....
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