by Danielle | Nov 6, 2022 | Guest Poems
On the Line It’s cows that block our journey, leave us wrapped in a tunnel of trees,learning – because we have no choice – to be stopped, somewhere near Crewkerne, to look at leaves unblurred by speed, speak to our neighbours, stretch and peer – although we...
by Danielle | Oct 30, 2022 | Guest Poems
Wild Swans of Torquay Queuing in a traffic jam driving to the seafront pre-dusk. Emerald, garnet and diamond illuminations flicker. Oblique shadows crisscross the road. Dwindling rays glance off wing mirrors and chrome fittings. The sea soothes in soft grey, Devon...
by Danielle | Oct 30, 2022 | Guest Poems
Kingfisher A colourful fantasy flung between river banks splashing a drab winter day. It wedges its ego through excited heartbeats of this wrapped-up walker, seeming to ask if I know how to be me. I feel that the flight is a zip opening my mind. I get a feeling of...
by Danielle | Oct 30, 2022 | Guest Poems
A Movement Does there exist, and has there ever existed a movement to make the muddy plain strewn with wrecks and lost goods west of Lisbon, that people witnessed some time All Saints’ Day morning 1755, the new Atlantic normal all oceans should aspire to? In...
by Danielle | Oct 23, 2022 | Young Poets
Sandpaper There is not much difference between words. Maybe there is, maybe it is different. There is horror in thoughts, in desiring Something unknown; it seems known to others. It is kept hidden, secret, and it is unfair. When words bubble up, they are strange....
