by Fathima Zahra | Feb 22, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
The Last Train Home We left the play early. It was the last day before the start of secondary school. Dad told me off for slapping the seats, wanting to see the dust rise like smoke. Floating to the ceiling, dirtying the lights. The doors hissed...
by Fathima Zahra | Feb 21, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Creation Radio There was a time when I took my radio into the night wood and tuned its pyracantha needle along the dial through noise jungles to silent darkness at the waveband’s end. First there was nothing, or at least my ears couldn’t...
by Fathima Zahra | Feb 20, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Greylags Find yourself by the lake, its icy membrane split by the long arrow of a skein, reflected flurry of wings, cries bawling. Knit yourself into a parcel against its shriek, the force shaping your bones, steering you somewhere off course, way...
by Fathima Zahra | Feb 19, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Early Morning The terns lift as one from the salt-pools behind the beach – a thick undulating line the lazy ripple of a shaken-out duvet. They dip, rise and swirl like cream stirred through coffee and dissolve into the mist. Sarah...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 18, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Spring is in the Air Winter soil is hard and hoar crusted, birds peck with blunted beaks, pushing up are the blind green pods of what will soon be yellow daffodils, given light and air. I wait to hear news about you, hear that you resurfaced,...
by Helen Ivory | Feb 17, 2025 | Featured, Poetry
Finders We scoured the parish tip most weeks, when we were kids. We clambered it in wellies. Ferals, we scavenged in the debris of the adults’ lives. Like a mad deck shuffled, our tip turned up a fat brown teapot without a lid/ a yellow rubber...
