by Sairah Ahsan | Dec 21, 2025 | Filmpoems, Twelve Days of Christmas
When it used to snow wild and bottomless dad would take us sledging on the hills behind our house, we’d ride the sleeping-slopes of / round-back / giants, flushed with fever-thrill and when he capsized we / lurched / collided with a crunch. One year we...
by Sairah Ahsan | Dec 21, 2025 | Twelve Days of Christmas, Word & Image
Ferns There was a cold winding music a frozen answer. I knelt under time’s branches. The year the ferns sang. The year the ferns sang heard the lungs of every hillside dream my breath held the unfamiliar pedalled notes. I listened to violet reliance oh how the ferns...
by Sairah Ahsan | Dec 20, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Old Empress Inside, in the half-light, the iron rot took hold. Forgotten service–obsolete. Salt-coin neglect. The money flowed inland, Moored on an hourglass choke. No one told the sea. Orange hull still bright, Empress her name- cracked white...
by Sairah Ahsan | Dec 19, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Down the Dank Way Out of morning a misted light, glowing fire in the air. Bare trees, frozen. A paling sky. The ground’s hoary pelt. Dark river, whisps of vapour on its surface, like wights stalking the remains of night. Craig has had poetry,...
by Sairah Ahsan | Dec 18, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
SPORTS NEWS A very long time ago Stephen Fry’s godfather, the Justice, Sir Oliver Popplewell Who chaired the inquiry Into the Bradford City Stadium fire that killed 56 football watchers, contrasted The quiet dignity of those relatives With the...
