by Danielle | Apr 16, 2023 | Guest Poems
Streetwise The pretty street is lined with gas lights convincing in their Victorian guise throwing down a mantle of respectability. Nothing to see in the shadows you know and that thing you noticed that slithered away wasn’t there. You can trust me. Look how the...
by Danielle | Apr 16, 2023 | Guest Poems
Mousehole you ease out of the chimney walk down the lane fall out of dark cloud into a boat slide from blue shimmer in a fix of sun over water level the roof of the house with your chest heave the dinghy onto the harbour wall smudge eyes with raindrops collapse onto...
by Danielle | Apr 8, 2023 | Guest Poems
Hummingbirds Some people say not to worry about the air Some people never had experience with Air. —Talking Heads It’s the small talk of wings brushing windows, vibing the casita. The circle of four fake flowers is a compass, a fraught blood-colored universe. I wait...
by Danielle | Apr 8, 2023 | Guest Poems
Archaeologists’ Handfasting at Stonehenge Against wind and rain, in pre-dawn dark the wedding party troops towards the stones. Pendragon, vestments flapping, leads guests in waterproofs and hiking boots. An hour’s access to the site granted, we’re still stopped at the...
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...
