Monthly Archives: November 2014
Sheree Mack
In the light of the discovery that this poet has been using the work of many other poets without acknowledgement, this poem has been removed from The Open Mouse. It is not practical for me to check its authenticity, so … Continue reading
Strider Marcus Jones
MOURNING DAD he is decomposed from a bramble rose now- his thorns of storms drow, foetal curled in the underworld faerie peat without plough. is it fun with all those comical musical jacketed jesters- or primplum suitedrun by posh ancestors- … Continue reading
Mavis Gulliver
A Contrast of Ravens Beneath a half moon in a seamless sky a raven settles on a pine tree top ruffles his feathers, croaks – and croaks again. Guttural tones come back as echoes from the hill – questions, answers, … Continue reading
James Rose
The Beach in Spring: Morning A silver whiteness Meekly probes the dull dome of the sky, Casting slender shadows Of Lowry men, Trudging, trudging. Boisterous foam lines Tumble the sea’s uneven slates, Riding the wave train Out of the mist, … Continue reading
Finola Scott
Uncivil Just a piece of pale twine curled dusty on the bookshelf it lay there unnoticed . This sandy string survived Mons, Ypres, Verdun deceptively strong. When lifted, two copper discs clacked worn pennies for the Ferryman. No name merely … Continue reading
Sharon Woodcock
We Sing a Different Song They have never seen the towering lighthouse that holds us spellbound, the pillar of white we drew a line around, or the crisp leaves we spun and remain in suspension, the cobwebs that blow from … Continue reading
Laura McKee
the old clinging wall In all honesty I thought they’d be there forever in my garden catching the rays Remembering the names of everyone and everything that grows Honeysuckle wrapped around the purple tufts of a climbing Passion Flower Pink fingers cupping … Continue reading
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