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Farewell and thanks
The Open Mouse has now closed. After twenty years of posting poems, mostly twice weekly, the time has come for me to say thank you to all the poets who have sent me submissions over the years. Your work has … Continue reading
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Terrence Sykes
CLUTCHING we gathered in abandon wild poppies queen anne’s lace along that old dirt road arranged them in an old porcelain pitcher handle broken off before we owned it Copyright © Terrence Sykes 2018
Gerard Rochford
Jesus Turns In His Grave ‘Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28.’ ……. Behind the altar there is a scar on the wall, a bricked up entrance revealed … Continue reading
Clive Donovan
CARROTS She sidles up beside me At the vegetable section. They are washed, naked, smooth and ripe. I am choosing what I like – Not too long, not too stubby, Certainly not broken. Some are very long indeed, Difficult to … Continue reading
Eileen Murphy: Two poems
Dog Tags there was the grave my sis and i had to dig in the yard & then i had to find music that didn’t make me cry so hard i caused an accident on my drive to work the … Continue reading
Emma Guinness
Bird House Wrinkled faces behind glass windows. Ours are always open. I see her. Her crystal blue eyes. She can’t fly away. White hair, gold earrings. I wonder if she has a name. Yellow cup, sippy lid, But she’s not … Continue reading
Dora Wright
Baked to Perfection His hands leave a trace of flour where he touches me, my face, my neck, my shoulders later I shall look at them and remember how skilful he was a master of his craft On the floor … Continue reading
Ion Corcos
Driftwood We listened through remnants of wood and broken stone, pieces of art selected by the sea for an exhibition about floods. Trunks and branches washed high onto the sand; Kathy didn’t see them, didn’t talk about the sea, the … Continue reading
Ira Lightman
TIME WITH YOU (for Donna-Lisa Healy) Guilt may photoshop from the tip a flower but I had to stop. It’s where she and I were snoring and the weeds rose round fake satisfaction. Her paranoia of perfection didn’t meet my … Continue reading
Frank Gillougley
BATHROOM Undeniably modelled on the interior of a Soyuz spacecraft, the only method of electrocution missing here is a toaster. However, undeterred, in the morning (having considered my chances of survival slightly better than having a bath) I take a … Continue reading