Poetry

On Fortune

by David Asamoah   Fortune’s a gentle breeze lost in life’s storm  Whose guiding breaths often keep me afloat I fear those breaths will stop being the norm And give cruel Neptune time to flex and gloat I steer the wheel yet move as fate allows  My destiny feels out of my control Is it […]

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Poetry

Here and Now

by Aidan Chivers   A mayfly, dancing through her only spring,          Explores her meadow, bathing in the light Of sunbeams passing through her dappled wing          Which flutters on her maiden, carefree flight. Some fleeting words float through the dying breeze –           She flutters […]

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Poetry

No Longer Do They Fear the Dawn of Night

by David Asamoah   No longer do they fear the dawn of night  Or shudder at the absence of the sun  No day lasts without end but it’s begun  In the small hours of morn promising light   During the noon, the sun stands its full height And sombre thoughts of evening are slewn  With […]

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Poetry

Welcome Back

by Aidan Chivers   The sleepless moonlight dusts the tops of trees,   And tastes a calming scent upon my lips   Which curls around my outstretched fingertips And drifts, like fleeing dreams, along the breeze. From dusky monochrome I turn away –   I step inside, try in the darkness not to choke,   And seek within this […]

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Poetry

Sonnet Composed Inside Bristol Temple Meads

by Aidan Chivers As I wait for my train I watch thoughts and strangers roam In two centuries of litter where I stop and bathe my mind; I trace the seats, the tracks, the stars, to see, or maybe find A moment for myself in this place they’ve all called home.   I step across […]

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Prose

You Cannot Pass – A Sonnet

by Peter Gent ‘You cannot pass,’ said he, despite his foe. Then all the Orcs stood still among the stone; Retreated eight, dead silence fell, and woe. No fellowship-for Gandalf’s will alone Did face the Balrog’s dreams when he did leave His morbid home and search a higher life. ‘No pass,’ said Gandalf, ‘shall you […]

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Prose

A Response to Mr Hull on the Merits of Metre

Following Mr Hull valiantly hoping to extort a change in his poetic style, Mr Turnbull (Poetry Editor) formally makes his response: The Poetry Editor’s Response To those who, with the lance of liberty And shield of confidence, are hoping I May overcome ‘Rhyme’s ancient tyranny,’ I must make my response and ask them, why? Why […]

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