Today’s choice

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Terry Jones

 

 

Lines Written in Early Spring

The Lake District Tourist Board
has had no input into what
you are now reading, but I so
miss Cumbria in Holy Week;

late March or early April; snow
on the tops or a cold sun vying
with a cold wind; congregations
of chaotic lambs and their beseechings;

but not this year. There is a tug
In my heart that may just be
the reminder of some missed statins

or else a recurrence of the old
twinge as when the M6 northbound
sidesteps neatly west into the A591.

 

 

Terry Jones is a retired Careers Adviser living in Windsor. His career included secondary teaching and Career Guidance work in many settings in Further and Higher Education. He has been active in Ver Poets in St Albans, Enfield Stanza and (currently) Reading Stanza. He has been a workshop facilitator and lecturer on numerous poetic themes.

Mara Adamitz Scrupe

on that new broke land           I don’t anymore

recall               there may have been a tree line or a hedgerow

a grove named & a bird’s sternum

Bill Greenwell

Before the first turn of the key, before
adjusting the mirror, before releasing the handbrake even,
Dad said: there are two things you need to know.