by Danielle | Apr 3, 2023 | Guest Poems
Dog Heaven ….these beings wholly dependent on us whom we have helped lift themselves to gain a soul, but for which there is no heaven… (Letters, Rainer Maria Rilke) Rilke was wrong: …..dogs have their own Heaven, no soul required. As if Devotion were...
by Danielle | Apr 3, 2023 | Guest Poems
Red White and Blue When I drive past an elder in full flower on June roads, on some national holiday, I yearn for its distinctive scent and colour. There was a poet who saw cow parsley not as a weed, but a luxuriant drift of pure colour, white as you need to get. The...
by Danielle | Mar 26, 2023 | Guest Poems
Translation of Rainer Maria Rilke (1875–1926) The Wild Rose-Bush How it stands there in the gloaming of a rainy evening; young and pure; offering its shoots with outstretched arms and yet in deep rose-essence, very sure; the nascent blossoms, open here and there, each...
by Danielle | Mar 26, 2023 | Guest Poems
The Old Empire Between Dreamland and the Amusement Arcade, Art-deco’s brown-gold, the foyer – polished wood, bakelite and glass – lit up so you could easily walk in, the usherette in chiaroscuro gloom, ready to take you down with her single torch beam to your numbered...
by Danielle | Mar 19, 2023 | Guest Poems
The silent place Two sets of heavy doors, solid as weightlifters’ shoulders as they roll on their hinges noiseless apart from a small cough of protest or welcome and then you’re in the space: the grand rectangular mural-encrusted incense-hinting carved varnished...
by Danielle | Mar 19, 2023 | Guest Poems
After Daniel McColgan’s Murder His body lies on the pad Under the ash, next to a blackthorn, In the soft hollow of the devil’s punchbowl (His dad says the devil only lurks in dark corners). Ravens stalk his head And tatted flowers creep round The braeface of the caves...
