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Poets of the Month (& see sample poem below, by Justina Hart

Featured Poets, February 2021 straight to poems
 

Anna Avebury, Red Kites Over Home Farm
Christine Vial, “A Flask of Wine, A Book of Verse and Thou… ”
Dorrie Johnson, Unnamed
Hilaire , The Sheffield Man
Jennie Osborne, Salmon
Justina Hart, A Wire to Grief
Lynne Wycherley, Leaving Burray
Maureen Weldon, Midnight Robin
Pam Zinnemann-Hope, Marriage to Lazar – 1905
Simone Mansell Broome, Five Changes
Victoria Gatehouse, Widow
 

 

Sample poem (selected at random)

A Wire to Grief

When you flash upon me,
yanking the voice from my throat,
I’m usually peeling potatoes
or combing my just-woken hair
 
or, worse, in bed with my not-quite-lover
who’s helped pull me clear.
And you freeze me: peeler,
hairbrush, almost-lover in hand,
 
like that giant iguana I once saw
suddenly play dead, one foot high
in the air as if it was having a laugh,
not petrified, like me.
 
You rip all sound from the room
so it slips, cliffs rise, drop away.
There’s that pause when nothing happens
before everything does; and I’m falling
 
like David Niven in A Matter of Life and Death
when his bombed Spitfire plunges, and he pleads
to be spared – he loves the radio control chick
on the line he’s never even met.
 
Through the smoke and flames
I see, for a second, a reprieve for me, too –
if I had another life, I’d never walk out again,
leaving me and you just hanging.
 

Justina Hart

 

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