Allyson Dowling

      LULLABY Night drops by In a coat of onyx and blue Lights up his silver pipe And asks how do you do Night perches on my bed Says  – kiss goodbye to sleep Blows smoke rings in the air Throws a dreambone at my feet Night wiggles his long...
Kayleigh Jayshree

Kayleigh Jayshree

    Seaglass, Flint and Jasper Never doing things by half, or in order, seaglass for the colour of her eyes, flint for the man who builds furniture to fit her poetry, they ran to catch the last bit of sunlight at low tide. She shouted look, her dappled hands...