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Featured Poets, September 2020 straight to poems
 

Kathryn Southworth, Uncle Joe’s Mintballs
Isabel Bermudez, Heron speaks
Angela Croft, Dancing with Chagall
Katherine Gallagher, Gwen John Swims the Channel
Justina Hart, A Wire to Grief
Thelma Laycock, Nocturne in blue
Kaye Lee, Hand in Hand
Maggie Norton, Mrs Tennyson is Interviewed in the Morning Room at Farringford
Diana Pritchard, One Wrong Foot
Joolz Sparkes, Gloucester Reimagined
Nola Turner, On the Road
Margaret Wilmot, Clay-Lady

 

 

Sample poem (selected at random)

Heron speaks

He says again, he
doesn’t know how he used
to fit everything in,
 
he doesn’t know where it goes,
the time, it just evaporates…
Watching from the balcony
 
it’ll all be wound up he says,
by the end of next year,
the old brewery

 
as two huge metal tanks
suspended in air like flies in aspic
are lowered over its brick wall
 
onto waiting barges
bound for elsewhere
and I find myself thinking
 
of odds and ends, how it was
always he who used to say, Don’t fret…
Now he sees it go,
 
a barge that slips away
as light returns again:
the empty river’s trick
 
a gleam of silverware,
those centuries of beer,
ship-loads of sugar, yards of steel
 
whose yellowed ledgers state
in neat black script
their clear economy of
 
trade and deficit, while love,
the one timepiece that endures,
waives past debts,
 
and borrows only to exchange,
is like the strange December moon,
the long-night moon,
 
keeper of the light, of human dust
and the vanished years, clocking
the measure of our fate.

 

Isabel Bermudez

in collectionSmall Disturbances, 2016, Rockingham Press

 

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