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Alex Josephy

 

 

 

DayGlo
after Ecclesiasticus 44.1

Let us now praise hi-vis men
who gather together
round a pothole, filling the gap
with their sticky black remedy.

Honour the yellow-gilet WPC
who knows how to listen,
called to a bus stop
just in time by a lost girl.

Let’s not forget Poppy the neon
lollypop operative,
nor the parakeet-bright
sanitary goods delivery crew.

Tell the DayGlo doozers
how they light our mornings,
gleaming waterproof orange
through the gloom.

Let’s almost die for love
of the one at the very top
of a crane at the boatyard,
sketching an arc in the sky

when his lime green forearm,
matchstick-delicate
from down here, tilts
a lever, sends a loaded pallet

swinging out above the jetty,
calms it to a standstill,
winches it down slo-mo, exactly
where it needs to go.

 

 

Alex Josephy lives and writes in Sussex and Italy. Her pamphlet Again Behold the Stars, was a Cinnamon Press award winner 2023. Her third full collection, A Little Bridge,  was published by Pindrop Press in 2025. www.alexjosephy.net

Sarah Boyd

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held together by hearing aids and dusty bifocals and
wobbling dentures and ageing pacemaker and
shirt with three buttons missing in action and

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Jenny Robb

By the light of a wolf moon,
my father turns mad.
Anne whispers to a girl in the wind,
and a friend blows into my life.