Category Archives: Sentinel Champions

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Poem by Audrey Ardern-Jones

Benches on the Prom he fed sea birds here still they squat beside his seat peck air stare sideways wish that his orange quilted anorak would reappear throw crusts * if you are here I am with you two men … Continue reading






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Poem by Gabriel Griffin

Noosing the dead I am tired of trying to noose the dead on their blind paths with my garlands of musty flowers, daisy chains and the prickly bracelets of roses. I have laced violets to tenuous ankles, bound ghosts with … Continue reading






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Poem by Sandra Galton

Unrequited I walk into a room and the way you pull back a chair for yourself tells me how afraid you are of hurting it. I say are we two peas in a pod? and you stare like there’s never … Continue reading






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Poem by Marion Hobday

Bird in Me 1. Candle the shell of me, there’s the fledgling trapped inside. It took a long time to chip my way out. I stretched my baby bird beak wide to the world, featherless, ravenous, insatiable. 2. You know … Continue reading






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Poem by Lesley Burt

Parish without postcode A sink-hole opens, just where the Priory sat in scrutiny of tweedy textures on Hengistbury Head and, beyond, on asterisks of sunlight that dazzle jet-skiers who ruffle the Solent. Bones of a thousand years drop in underneath … Continue reading






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Poem by Pamela Scobie

Anorexic The elephant in the room is growing smaller even as we sit here. Her skin today is somewhere between grey and khaki, and I am fairly certain that underneath the gorgeous shawl soft hairs are growing along her spine. … Continue reading






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Poem by Laura Potts

The Wise Child I remember he fled from the fogdrop moors with the dawn and the bells of December beyond, calling morning to the streets while winter wept beneath the trees. A sleeping me before the door glowed on behind … Continue reading






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Poem by Andy Dean

Into the Wood 3.15 Relaxation. A new class. It makes us anxious. She places a white orchid on the padded table. There is a torn label on the plastic pot saying REDUCED. Something for you to contemplate. Nature is so … Continue reading






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Poem by Margaret Wilmot

Game in a Dutch Castle It is the pity of it, all those lives stuffed on their pedestals, dead. And a kind of shame pervades my pity too – as if voyeur at some nasty game. I shouldn’t be here … Continue reading






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Poem by John Freeman

Opus 131 That opening slow rising-and-falling tune on the first violin, emerging out of silence, descending to the understanding welcome offered by second violin, viola, and cello so discreet I scarcely hear it, does for me what I think the … Continue reading