Monthly Archives: November 2015
Ben Banyard: Two poems
Basic Training In my early twenties the king put me in a uniform of itchy green and taught me how to shoot men of my age all over Europe. Blisters stung my quick march and I learned to imagine villages … Continue reading
Roderick Manson
The Amazing World Of M C Escher (Exhibition, Scottish National Gallery of Modern Art) Room 2 3. Phosphorescent Sea (July 1933) The sea is a staircase where the curved lower steps rise to the regularity of altars to the stars … Continue reading
Phil Wood
Surf No wave, no life, washes up on the beach but the T-Shirt does not fit. No matter, after drying the cotton on granite, the metaphysics shrink and I move on beyond this cove, trudging back up the cliff. Above … Continue reading
Carolyn O’Hara
Change Golden beams comfort hard edged hills and sprinkle sparkles on stripy blue water. Buoys bob and bounce nudging waves against hull and jetty. Jubilant voices skip as the air holds its breath. But over distant hills mist encroaches, pinching … Continue reading
Jane Frank
Journeys We were walking to Elephant Rock and after rain, the sand was dimpled like Braille The irresponsibility of poetry was on my mind – that’s how he’d put it Not far out, a pod of humpbacks was breaching and … Continue reading
Hamish Scott
Buchenwalds At Buchenwald, the Nazi camp, whan cam the en o Warld Weir Twa, the gairds Almane turnt Rooshian an thaim wis captive chynged an aa Whare fowk haed dree’d thair wrangus guilt, an Almane sodgers thoosans kilt, thare five … Continue reading
Three translations by Thomas Clark
Three translations by Thomas Clark Hauf-Licht Ah hae dreamt o flicht. Ah hae dreamt O yer sois, scaitert, in the chaumer. Alang a pier, a mither; An fifteen years o nurtur bi the oor. Ah hae dreamt o flicht. “For … Continue reading
Lucinda Carey
Callander Haiku Walk Shell duck preens herself. A glimpse of blue on her wing matched sky and water. Such solid mountains! The middle one scowls blackly, gentle mist dissolves. So high salmon leap and fall back with a loud splash … Continue reading
The Open Mouse 