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
Wendy Webb
Unpacking a Bomb
Articles for the Blind
wrapped securely as a bomb
like Dad impossible to open
Dad’s… his presents
containing surprise practical mug:
King Charles III Coronation
tissue pink and pretty wrapping
luxury chocolate biscuits
and coated Brazil nuts
flat as a calendar in September
hand-tapestried heart
cut-ups of photos and smiles
with message for Wild Women
happy mushrooms… solar powered
gift for the Gardener in a pot
large-print light-reading crime novels
and the lady loves…
chosen Eros-bright
on the Eve of St Agnes…
awaiting natal presence of dawn
cards for strapping newborn
rising into the delights of Retirement
candles, cake, Italian fizz and pink roses
counting up to a big one
James Priestman
That Tremendous Fish
after Elizabeth Bishop
So, I let the fish go, but it did not swim away,
remaining instead port-side of the hired boat,
right eye staring unblinking into my startled gaze.
I raised the revs on the motor but it stalked me.
The bows pushed harder against algae and water,
the engine spilt rainbows, rainbows, rainbows.
That fish, which had not fought against my rod
and when netted looked defeated and sullen,
must have found forgotten zest, for when I reached the quay it leapt
into the vessel and lay twitching before my children
who had come down smiling at me to applaud
whatever catch I may have caught for them.
They all saw the five hooks in that veteran’s lip,
the snapped lines hanging down gills and breast –
medals for battles that should not have been fought.
And we all breathed in the terrible oxygen.
More Guest Poems
Rachel Bruce
Du Lac My lover was born under a wet star.He is not my first, but he is my favourite.The waters of the lake hold the shape of my body in their silt.I found him at the water’s edge,blurring into the shallows like a mirage.His hands slid over my shouldersand droplets...
Cyril Dabydeen
Last Inhabitant Left on Earth Give me one place only –one area the size of Americatoo large to fathom where I willmake myself known asking formore space a fortress where tobuild upon and declaring myselfto you without animosity. What’s left on earth notlooking...
Sarah Hehir
The Poisoner’s Poison Sleep has led me one step to the leftof lead.A periodic transition to thallium:softer certainly,like freezer bread thawing. But there’s still no stretch inside thisgrey,tasteless,odourless shape. Though they say sometimeswe live in secrets -that...
Seán Street
On Hearing of the Death of Benjamin Zephaniah 7.12.2023 Because they told me in the neutral grey of an ordinary day when the sun neither shone nor set,when the rain could do no more than drizzle, when all I was doing ...
Edmund Prestwich
The Ground of our Music Now the warm moist air is alive with voices.Frogs are singing. Soft introspective crooningmakes the mild night throb with erotic feeling.Somewhere above them owls are calling, female to male; hauntingbreeze-blown signals float between houses....
Beth Junor
Partition i.m. Srinivasa Ramanujan (1887-1920), mathematician Don’t be afraid. Like the first brushstrokeof the Mona Lisa, it begins simply enough. The partition of three is three,the partition of four is five. Meaning, you can arrive at three in threedifferent ways...
Sue Wallace-Shaddad
Twine Lazing on the tablestrung out with a casual loopit could be someone’s noosethe knot ready to slip tighteraround a waiting neck ...
Adam Cairns
Abandoned When the A-Road Was Built How do you find St David’s church?You must search. It is here, but lies abandoned?Look beyond. I see towns, the heavy traffic.Take your pick. Its loneliness makes my heart sick.All progress has its consequence.And our children’s...
Neil Beardmore
Cave Paintings, Onuke Kundi,Near Hampi, India Boulders of granite tossed intumbling piles around a flat oasisof date palms hold the plateausafe from intrusion. Camouflaged by the earth’s ochre,a bulge of rock with deer,where men, no longer sticks with sticks,come to...
Kathryn Kimball
The Ghost Magnolia in commemoration of the opening of the National Memorial forPeace and Justice, Montgomery, Alabama, April 2018 Give me a ladder to climbthe ghost magnoliaon the corner of Pleasant Avenueto sit there with the sweet fragranceof the foot-wide blossoms...
Lola Haskins
The Perch The glacier on which I stand has become an island.Blue and white as the insides of clouds, it calvesinto the sea which is no longer ice, and the newbeings, the calves, sink slowly, but they sink. The glacier on which I stand is a mystery in whichI used to...
Peter Robinson
Evening Primrose You call me out as the light goesto watch our evening primroselemon-yellow petals splay. With more rain threatened for the weekend,sun come and gone all day,getting ahead of itself againcan a summer remember its springtime?Is it welcoming of autumn?...
Jeanette Burney
The Discoverer Undiscovers 1948 Explorers take a trip to discover Antarctica.They take their leave of household chores.They take boats.They take cameras.Then they take white stretches of Antarctic iceonto film. Adventurers take trips too,to get away from home, and...
Geoffrey Winch
Walter Palmer (from Encounters with Oscar) plays painters parties poets –Oscar’s social round never ceasing Ernest Dowson, Aubrey Beardsleyand always Reggie and Robbie fascination of the fond-ofand the influential Lillie Langtry, Henry Irvingand always Reggie and...
Tim Dwyer
After Chang Chi-Ho These twenty years of banishmentbecame a gift. Though it is saidI fled from the world, here I found it – my beloved, the moon,my friend, the sea,my shelter, the sky. I wake to the welcomeof dawn’s open doorand the gull’s spirit call. I didn’t flee...