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Kate Hendry

 

 

 

Burning the Years

Lay down the worst ones –
raze them like swathes
of heather on the moor.

So what if there’s a dead patch.
Remember the havoc
unfettered fire makes –

flames twirl along the ridge,
tumble down the gorge.
Unbreathable heat and ash.

So burn those years
till there’s a dead plot of earth
and disaster’s spurned.

Behind you – safe beds of moss.
Ahead – untouched mounds
of rush like stepping stones.

Spin in the steam and smoke,
jump on the blackened years
sprung like a dance hall floor.

 

 

Kate Hendry‘s poems have been widely published in magazines, including PN Review, The Rialto and Poetry Wales. Her first pamphlet, The Lost Original, was published by Happenstance Press. Her second, MX SIMP (Mariscat Press) was shortlisted for the 2023 Michael Marks Awards.

José Buera

Aircon crickets through the night
outside my parents’ bedroom
since brother and I are not allowed AC
given the dangers of cold air to children.

Adam Strickson

He couldn’t play rugby – the oval slithered away
whenever he touched it and he fell in the mud
or more often was pushed with some viciousness.

Natasha Gauthier

Nobody knows what Cicero’s gardener whistled
to his figs and olives, what the consul’s young wife
hummed to herself while slaves combed beeswax
and perfumed oils from Carthage into her hair.

Jean Atkin

She creeps under the opening, then stands.
Her guide passes her the stub of a candle,
holds up his own to show the ceiling rock.