Advent poems 24: Mary, by Anthony Wilson

Mary At first a flutteringthen a kick,his fist pummelling my rib cagewhen I knelt to pray. They sent me away,my … More

Advent poems 23: BC – AD, by U A Fanthorpe

BC – AD This was the moment when BeforeTurned into After, and the future’sUninvented timekeepers presented arms. This was the … More

December Il va neiger dans quelques joursFrancis Jammes The giant Norway spruce from Podunk, its lower branches bound,this morning was … More

Supper Never before has she danced so well.Now she stands before him, her feet bare,Anklets lightly jangling,Veils rasping … More

Humankind We carry the trust.It was not imposed on us,nor are we heedless. Sometimes the stillness stands in the woodsand … More

Drunken Winter Oak oak! like likeit then cold some wild paddleso sky then;flea you say“geese geese” the boyJune of … More

Ways of Rebelling Who needs to be at peace in the world? It helps to be between wars, to … More

Ultramarinefor Philip Archer Looking for the perfect blue,water to swim in, not through, to fill his sea, his massive … More

the prophet came to mewith a poor man’s taleof his one ewe lambsworn to him by sevenpieces of gold and … More

There was winter’s cold and moisturein the bedclothes, in the walls and floor,our bodies tired from a long day’s … More

The Poet Wearies I’ve had it with being Your herald.Everybody has a voice,why am I the one who has to … More

Borders Ground Floor between Fiction and Poetry.The second time in as many days. It comes at me.The smell from … More

In Praise of Darkness Old age (the name that others give it)can be the time of our greatest bliss.The … More

Yes It’s like a tap-danceOr a new pink dress,A shit-naive feelingSaying yes. Some say Good morningSome say God bless –Some … More

Ten Thousand It is dusk. The birds sweep low to the lake and then diveup. The wind picks a few … More

On Seventh Avenue South Walk more slowly now.You will never again step pastthe boy who has just reached 51,000,094,246.He can … More

Sycamores at Tulse Hill Station The long platform is full.The Sycamores beyond the chain linkare moving in morning wind,their leaves … More

An Arab Shepherd is Searching for His Goat on Mount Zion An Arab shepherd is searching for his goat on … More