Today’s choice
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Sue Moules
SURREAL SHEEP
I sell the postcard
of multi-coloured sheep
over and over again.
“Done on a computer I suppose”
says a lady as she hands over forty pence.
“Yes, I expect so” I say.
I’ve only seen white,
black and brown sheep,
earth coloured in the fields.
Not hand-coloured
like my parents’ wedding photo
so they were always young.
I sell the postcard
of multi-coloured sheep
over and over again:
Weather good
honey ice-cream lush,
wish you were here.
Sue Moules‘ most recent collection is The Moth Box.(Parthian).
Alex Josephy
the goddess of the library
extends in cloth-bound curves
along a lettered shelf
Ben Banyard
There were hundreds of them, all in period costume,
each generation explained who they were,
queued like at a wedding reception to greet us.
Lindsay McLeod Espinoza
Venus passed over the south node of the Moon today
Ilse Pedler
She offered up her linen bag to me, said
pick a shell my lady and I’ll tell your fortune
Sue Butler
Squirrels have beheaded all my parrot tulips
and the supermarket is out of chilli, also tabasco sauce.
Cormac Culkeen
the sun is a
white coin
lifted
from the sea
Maurice Devitt
Yes, you gave us your elegant hands
and capricious smile, but as I make my way
to the chiropodist this morning,
it’s your feet I’m thinking of . . .
Martin Ferguson
Pursue the facsimile
of the attendance sign;
here you must join the line.
Peter Branson
Emerge, from way beyond the pale, one day,
clenched feet an amulet about your wrist