Today’s choice
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Fran Hayden
Sunflowers
a friend messaged me:
“every time I see sunflowers,
I think of you”
and somehow,
that was all I needed
to remember
that somewhere in this world
I still bloom
in someone else’s mind.
Fran Hayden is an emerging poet and writer based in Suffolk. Her work has been published in IP1 Magazine, and she has performed her poetry at several spoken-word events. Alongside poetry, Fran has written both fiction and non-fiction, appearing in The Independent, The Huffington Post, AThinSliceofAnxiety and other publications.
Tamara Salih
That winter the snow kept rising,
a slow white wall climbing the windows,
each morning untouched,
Alicia Byrne Keane
I’ve been reading about ghost apples.
They are a real phenomenon, like how
everyone we can see on the wide street
outside this building is still living,
Gareth Culshaw
I tried to work from a van. Sitting in the passenger
seat listening to a guy whistle. His frown, a cloud
he lost when his mother died. Each wrinkle
Jennie Howitt
Those full udders will slowly burst
spitting milk onto the grass strands.
Matt Bryden
at the cider farm, eight minutes
before handover, we strike on
feeding the donkeys –
Colin Pink
to embrace you is like clasping
a fist full of briars
Simon Williams
What were these fairies called
before we knew of hummingbirds?
Bumblebee moth because of the size?
Reed-nose moth because of the proboscis?
Elizabeth Barton
On Diamond Hill
I didn’t
think of you once
as I climbed
past stunted willows
straggles of gorse
Susan Jane Sims on Mothering Sunday
Matter cannot be created and it cannot be destroyed.
I think of this as I pour the almost white ash from
the green plastic container that came in the post
into the vibrant red metal urn I have ready.