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Poem of the week

Juno In Her Birthing House

Roof tiles flayed by a blunt north wind; a standpipe spews drain-water like a Saturday night lush. Upstairs (in her secret temple) Juno sleeps on a silk birthing bed
Cherry

A Scriptual Geologist And His Daughter Admire The Malvern Hills

Today young earth is bathed in His best gold the warm hillocks shaped by Creation and Flood - perfect arcs and angel-trees moulded by His own hand. The earth is a reflection
Cherry

Afternoons In The Love Museum

The sleeping head of a hanged drayman preserved in a bell jar. The ghost of his wife stares through glass, the dusty crevices of the building heavy with age,
Cherry

Childhood's End

Adam strapped in the patient's chair, a sugar-coated phial loaded between his teeth. Dr Wu drilling key-holes into soft crowns of skull, injects fizzy sherbert
Poem of the week

Voyager

(i) Voyager in his long coat and valance hat uncovering the caulked boat among the reeds. Like a sodden cardinal he unfolds the blade, hides it within the binding of his pouch.

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