Melissa Collin has gone tilling

Tilling I work the soil with my own hard handswhile my neighbour, his sky-blue eyesringed with granite, stalks the fieldslike the elements that close hard fast around me. The deep furrows in the raw sienna mudare waterlogged with bits of the sky.A rook swims...

Fiona Sinclair reviews Carole Bromley's 'Skylight'

Carole Bromley Skylight, Smith/Doorstop 2009, £5 ISBN 978-1-906613-08-2   Carole Bromley strikes me as a keenly observant poet. The poems in her pamphlet Skylight brim with the minute particulars of daily life. Much of this collection is set in the 50s and...

Myra Connell is thinking of jars of jam

Her China SeagullIt is smooth like skin but cold.When I lick it it tastes like salt.(We must be careful at all times and know what we want.)When I see it, I think of my grandmother,I think of her house and the cellar with the jars of jam.I think of her house with the...