by Danielle | Nov 13, 2022 | Guest Poems
Jug after Vermeer’s Milkmaid She knows to hold it steady with her left hand, as her right hand tilts the heavy jug – too much milk and the children won’t eat the pudding of yesterday’s bread, crumbled ready on the blue cloth, the Virgin’s colour, like her apron, yet...
by Danielle | Nov 6, 2022 | Guest Poems
Agent is Typing… In order to help, I need to get you to the right person, a few questions now, to confirm your identity. Where shall I send the transcript of our conversation? We’ve all got hologram thoughts, biases, perversions, you may feel you were born in...
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...
