Category: Poetry
Prairie Dog
by Tricia Orr In your red clay chamber, you lift your velvet pincushion of an ear – what do you hear? Biologists have recorded you. If I wear blue your alarm ca...
Spinal Tap
by Kathy Miles He’s a motley, a bag of pick-and-mix. Black and white bullseyes, caramel, a splash of raspberry ruffle under his tail. He’s drumming ...
Golden Eagle
by Garry MacKenzie Ravens have him out of his depth, daring collisions until he’s forced to break his soar. They tumble him round the cliffs and out of sight: I...
Dung Beetle
by Ann Drysdale Here he comes, dribbling singlemindedly, concentrating, keeping control of the ball. And there he goes down the wing, the wing actual, the wing ...
Death on a pavement
by Jonathan Humble On hard wet ground, exposed like a pulsing nerve, half a yard from the comfort of grass, it writhed unsteadily to unheard music, while the co...
What the Owls Say
by Helen Moore On ‘The Colours of Cluny, A Northern Light Extravaganza’ Hill-top woods in Autumn, when welcome darkness comes long & early – owl-light draw...
