Guest Poems

We love to read your poetry and, even though we receive over 1,000 poems per month, we always take time to read every single one.

A few of the poems we especially enjoyed and which were selected for publication in our Journal are reprinted below.

For more information, please see our Submissions page.

Guest Poems

Edith Speers

Edith Speers

Tennis Club Indoor Courts

aquarium world
seen through thick glass
subterranean silence

four-limbed fish
strange white fish
in a green and white world

the walls are light green on top
draped on the bottom
with dark green cloth

dark green floor
is subdivided and outlined
by white stripes

long fish nets of green
are hemmed on top
with a wide white band

little nets in wooden oval frames
have handles for
five-fingered fins to grip

and hit the green fluffed rubber balls
as the four-limbed fish are flowing
sometimes leaping

mouths often open
but the sound-proofing means
you can’t hear them speaking

black hair blonde hair grey hair
endlessly moving in a green world
below ground level

beyond the glass
strangely peaceful it is
soothing and restful

the white fish ebb and flow
leap and flash
in subterranean silence

and sometimes faintly
tock
says a tennis ball

John Killick

John Killick

Anglezarke

As Edward Thomas his Adlestrop
so I my Anglezarke,
but with this difference:
for him it was the name
on the station sign
and the tranced afternoon;
for me it is the name
the rest clean gone
conjures the feeling,
but there must have been
water, woods, fields, for such
a place to have become,
as it has done, a touchstone
for stilled security.

Strange how a ‘sweet
especial rural scene’
can leave not even a trace
on the slides of childhood.
And yet what it means
is with me for ever.
Perhaps it has gone
through rocks like rain
in limestone country
to form an underground
stream of memory?
Then this writing becomes
the mind’s potholing.

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Annie Kissack

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Jonathan Steffen

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Judith Wozniak

Back to Nature i.m. J.S. You liked to sleep outat the edge of your gardenunder a scatter of starstucked into your bivouacon a bed of leavessoothed by a soft breezedrift over the South Downsthe smell of honeysuckleafter rain the rustleof hedgehogs in the compostto wake...

Robert Leach

Horse A pool of shadowShapes the lonely placeWhere the old horse stands.He shakes his head. Remote fromCows, sheep, people,It seems farming proceedsAround, beyond him. His tufty fetlocks apeThe head-heavy cow parsley,Hair grass, oval sedgeUnheeded at the field’s edge....

Helen Ashley

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Terry Sherwood

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Piers Cain

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Matt Gilbert

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Jeremy Page

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Christine Griffin

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Jim C. Wilson

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Damaris West

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Sara Davis

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Chris Hardy

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Denise Bennett

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