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Title: Gap Year Authors: Andy Blackford. John Foggin Publisher: SPM Publications ISBN: 978-0-9935035-4-2 Pages: 86 Price: £8.00 Reviewer: Mandy Pannett Gap Year won a well-deserved first prize in the SPM Publications Poetry Book Competition 2016. It is the outcome … Continue reading
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Landing in Chisana Chisana is a lost ghost town. Even the ghosts have disappeared. Spruce trees crack against starlight and something jostles an owl from a limb. A few cabins stare at me as if grousing, long-dead gold-rushers … Continue reading
Hermit I am a hireling; garden ornament, fount of wisdom, morose and pensive resident. They bring me remnants from their banquets: roasted partridge; squabs from the dovecote – small specimens to delight my palate – but I feel for … Continue reading
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Showering Grandma You sensed she’d reckoned right from the start we were kitting-out this wet-room especially for her. That’s why she sits resplendent now on the bath-stool she’s placed just-so beneath the snaking shower head. Only those … Continue reading
History’s Footnote: the fly for Elliot Gittings For much of the time goes unnoticed even when, after his zigzag tantivying, he draws near and lands four squarely almost in your face, to stand silently, legs angled and straddled like … Continue reading
Being Waspish … our neighbour said right from the start, No good will come of it. By “it” she meant billeting the Yanks in Stannard’s shirt-mill, where they bunked up between the greasy reek of stilled machines and the … Continue reading
Answering Julia Copus
Yes, Julia, love can be like spilt tea,
inching up through us, warm and sweet,
sepia-coloured, you describe it –
but when it steals in unbidden,
that first timid stain (should you resist)
will embed itself, bleeding like raw meat
dense and violet, its fist of iron
ever-present, binding yet purblind,
drumming senselessly. Unanswerable,
not mere autocrat, but anarchist,
it breaks every rule – its rivers,
like arteries starved of oxygen, double
back to that place before you knew
love – and how it was to be
you being you.
Answering Julia Copus by Sandra Galton received a special mention in the Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition (November 2017) judged by Abegail Morley.
I slept and dreamt of the Amazon,
unhooked a river
and it became an endless souk.
I crafted an apple –
that crisp dead fruit became a tiny wall of glass.
I breathed three stars into a clock
and they shook to tell me my brother was there.
I spoke to an echo
and a woman’s voice cried an electric crackle.
I heard a bluebird tweet
and it carved a troll of ancient granite.
I searched in the dust of God’s library
and found a tome shaped like my face.
I hunted for Jesus amongst the chatter
and a million prophets appeared in the smoke.
At night, when I breathe,
it is with a machine
without which I would die.
I would suffocate in the very air
that feeds the bats and the hyenas
and the crying babies in their mother’s arms.
One day, I asked a changeling
whether I needed to use technology
and he scattered ten thousand flowers on the floor
which spelt out the words
‘Without me, you are nothing.’
Machine by Martin Wildman received a special mention in the Sentinel Literary Quarterly Poetry Competition (November 2017) judged by Abegail Morley.