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Poets of the Month (& see sample poem below by Jenny Morris)

Featured Poets, August 2022 straight to poems
 

Alison Mace, A Glimpse of Eve
Bridget Somekh, Yurim’s Bowl
Chiara Salomoni, Nonna Ida
Alwyn Marriage, La Matelote
Helena Hinn, Pins
Iris Anne Lewis, Woodland Burial
Jenny Morris, Harsh Coast
Kathryn Southworth, Uncle Joe’s Mintballs
Maggie Norton, Mrs Tennyson is Interviewed in the Morning Room at Farringford
Marion Oxley, Deluge
Pauline Kirk, ‘Horned Animals, Mesolithic – possibly handles’
Victoria Gatehouse, Burning Mouth Syndrome
 

 

Sample poem (selected at random)

Harsh Coast

The sea must whisper, hiss or roar.
It strews the sand with hollow bones.
It nudges cliffs, invades the shore
and swallows homes.
The waters pulse like rolling wheels
on yellow fish that gleam as brass.
Black flowers by the broken creels
are dripping glass.
In mist the gulls shrill, mew and taunt
redundant foghorns with their screams.
Those lost and mournful echoes haunt
our silent dreams.
At dusk a chain of drowned men wades
to shore. Their footprints leave no trace.
The chimes of metal music fade
as flood tides race.
The wild geese fly, cloud shadows drift.
In crooked towns we wait for night,
for ill-starred ships, for storms to lift,
for second sight.
Wild waves grow dim. All glimmers gone.
The ruined sky is black and stark.
All night the moon is moving on
to break the dark.
 

Jenny Morris

Poem published in Poetry News

 

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