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Play, For National Poetry Day: Suzanna Fitzpatrick, Charlotte Dormandy, Lee Fraser
The Headteacher Counts Down to the School Firework Display
for BB
10 Children dart in the dark, screamers
streaming sweets and neon, their parents
9 huddling, clutching wholesale beers
sold for a profit by the PTA
8 So many losses: cuts, teachers,
the pupils who never came back
7 after Covid. She’d not long been Head
when they were locked down, had to shift
6 everyone online, care for those
who couldn’t stay at home –
5 and now they’re told to move on,
perform, get bums on seats,
4 kids through SATS. She remembers
the video she made with her staff
3 filmed in isolation, edited
to bring them all together,
2 cheer the children. Only so much
she can do. When Katy Perry
1 gives way to Pomp and Circumstance,
she knows it’s time. She stands,
0 head uptilted like a child,
watching explosions over her school.
Suzanna Fitzpatrick (she/her) is widely published and has been placed in and won numerous competitions. Her debut pamphlet, Fledglings, was published by Red Squirrel Press in 2016, and her first full collection, Crippled, in 2025.
Not Quite Nooked
Having explained nooks and crannies*
I set a child to write a sentence
to show he knew what a nook was.
He wrote, I have to cut nooks
in order to have time to play.
Between laughter and heartache,
I took hope from his mettle:
this child at least had nous enough
to nook time and use it.
* For those in need, a nook is a corner, a cranny a crack, and nooks and crannies all small hidden places.
Charlotte Dormandy is an MA student at the Poetry School.
Medicine From Your Preschooler
Here, I made medicine for you!
The yellow cup.
It’s got juice, and
petals, for your forehead
to go soft again.
Stirred it with my best feather
to make your smile come
back – I bet it will.
Some heart beads
in the bottom, don’t drink those,
they’re just for love.
And you can put some coffee in.
There’s a dinosaur
plaster too, but only
on the outside, and
I kissed it every time I put
something in. We just try
a few things. You’ll get better.
Lee Fraser is from Aotearoa New Zealand. In 2024-2025 she has had 40 pieces published, including in Amsterdam Quarterly, Meniscus, Micro Madness and Poetry Aotearoa Yearbook. She placed fourth in the 2024 NZ poetry slam.
Graham Clifford
The Still Face Experiment
You must have seen that Youtube clip
where a mother lets her face go dead.
Her toddler carries on burbling for twenty to thirty seconds until she realises there is nothing coming back to her.
Susan Jane Sims
After you died,
someone asked:
What was it like
in those final sixteen days
waiting for your son to die?
Jane Frank
I imagine returning to the house.
Furniture is piled up in the rain—
the ideas that won’t fit.
Ilias Tsagas
I used to dial your number to hear your voice. I would hold the receiver for a long time as if your voice was trapped inside . . .
Jim Paterson
Shove it, that farewell
and the sky shimmering with frost
and the waves wrecking on the shore
Philip Rush
Tom’s advice, mind you,
was to drink hot chocolate
last thing at night
on a garden bench
beneath the moon.
Rosie Jackson
Today, I talked with a friend about death
and what it means to have arrived in my life
before I have to leave it . . .
Mariam Saidan
they said sing in private,
Zan shouldn’t sing.
Brian Kirk
The train is the way,
the tracks a scar cut
deep in the land
you can’t help but touch.