by Kate Birch | Apr 22, 2024 | Filmpoems
My head is the earth My head is the earth, my skin the air dusk is my hair. I am the earth – I open myself and make love with the sky. On my horizon we touch and eternity cascades on me with the night/light. Axis Mundi is based on Csilla...
by Kate Birch | Apr 15, 2024 | Filmpoems
17 small acts of ending an ambulance stuck in traffic the picturesque potential of fallen barns library books scattered to charity shops a footpath stopped up or overgrown widening gaps between starlings a vodka bottle dumped in crocuses a Mini twice the size...
by Kate Birch | Mar 8, 2024 | Filmpoems
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...
by Kate Birch | Dec 27, 2023 | Filmpoems, Twelve Days of Christmas
The Moth Poem She sees the little lost one everywhere, eyes on the dead moths curled on her windowsill. I see what was: rosy maple moths like Battenbergs on her fingertips, A weaver’s wave moth in the countryside the day she broke down and I wasn’t there....
by Kayleigh Jayshree | Dec 21, 2023 | Filmpoems, Twelve Days of Christmas
When Joe Went Out Late to shut away the poultry after weeks of rain he knew where the pony was by the sound of its hooves sucking in the mud.Foxes still kill in downpours. Maybe they keep closer to the bones of the hedge or loiter below hollies, but...
by Kate Birch | Sep 16, 2023 | Filmpoems
Golden Hour Over great absences speckled with birds wings, a spell is lifted – dusk like a recited dance. Routine splashes gold on chimneys and paves cobblestones with colour. Breath hangs between footfalls in gasps. Stacked houses watch through...
