Today’s choice
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Mary Mulholland
Red as a fairytale
Who will pick the apples now she’s gone?
Orchards of eaters, cookers, some red-fleshed
that she’d harvest and lay on racks,
then gather those on the ground, struggle
down with bag-loads to dump on my doorstep.
No note. As if they’d blown here. Windfalls.
Just cut away the bad bits, she’d say
if I rang, and I’d stew them to a pale pulp,
pinkish if any were red to their core.
Red was her colour: flamboyant dresses,
fandango-dancing, castanet-snapping,
painted nails, laughing scarlet lips.
Welcome to the House of Fun says a poster
still hanging in the dark of her hall.
Mary Mulholland’s poems are published most recently in Mslexia, Magma, Aesthetica, The Interpreter’s House, and forthcoming in Stand and Pomegranate London.. She has a pamphlet from Live Canon and another forthcoming from Broken Sleep. www.marymulholland.co.uk
Rebecca Gethin
This morning
the room is bright with snowlight
and everything seems illuminated differently.
Lorraine Carey
Every Sunday he insists on beef
from Boggs’s butchers, a forty minute drive
away.
Gabriel Moreno
It’s hard to say what he did, my father.
His shoulders portaged crates,
he captained boats in the night,
chocolate eggs would appear
which smelt of ChefChaouen.
Henry Wilkinson
I rolled an orange across daybreak;
I waited for the moon to ripen.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, we bring you KB Ballentine, J.S. Watts and Terry Dyson
as wind whispers your name.
Summer’s breaking down and a starker calling comes –
leaves saturated with sunset before surrendering.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, we bring you Helen Laycock, Ruth Aylett and Debbie Strange
we will meet again
on the other side
On the tenth day of Christmas, we bring you Jenny McRobert, Angela Topping and Maria C. McCarthy
The tree makes its way into the garden
looms at the window, a disconsolate ghost
On the ninth day of Christmas, we bring you Caroline Smith, Bec Mackenzie and David Keyworth
After the lunch he gets his folder
of Christmas games.
On the eighth day of Christmas, we bring you Em Gray, Abigail Ottley and Emma Simon
And now you’re half a spin of the world away,
somewhere I’ve never been, like Narnia . . .