Monthly Archives: December 2013

Festive Greetings

To all those whose poems have been posted here; to all those who have commented on the poems here or on Facebook and/or Twitter, and most importantly, to all those who have read the poems here, I wish you a … Continue reading

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Alexandra Vlachopoulou

Dancing in the silence Dancing in the silence, above the clouds, Under the shadowy veil of the night, Under one million little shiny lights, That guide your way… Dancing in the rain of the waking forest, Where the fragrant air … Continue reading

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Michael McGill

Quiet Man, Front Page Quiet Man at home; sandwiches in the garden; a nice breeze outside. Hunter in the streets asking questions, taking notes: “Always seemed jolly.” “He was a nice chap…” The locals remain loyal to a quiet man. … Continue reading

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Mike Logue

Les Feuilles Mortes   [ with some thanks to Jacques Prevert ] The birch shines in greying light, Rustles and dazzles in the gusts Leaves detach and dance away and decorate the decay Fallen leaves gather – my   memories fading Fallen … Continue reading

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Ingrid Murray

Starters It all begins again with the simplest need: to do business, fishy business. Under the cover of darkness they start their journey with a single mind; across the grassy paddock, from the pea patch, heading for the river till … Continue reading

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Brian Johnstone: Two poems

Accessory All that was wanted from yesterday’s shop has been subtly changed. It’s polished and free of the dust we remember from shelves of the stuff men would search, with their sleeves rolled up, a frown on their faces as … Continue reading

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Maurice Devitt

A Lifetime in Aleppo Swaddled into a world where life is the only antidote to death, she wakes to the crumpled landscape of her mother’s skin, eyes drawn to etchings of blood on bone, learns to fear the silence, to … Continue reading

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Alec Martin: Two haibun

Pig Haibun   Up on the hill there stands a pig so white beneath the sunshine, it brings to mind the things involved in porker meat production. The hairy boar, the willing sow, the short rest of gestation, then farrowing, … Continue reading

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