Today’s choice
Previous poems
Jane Spray
I’m just an ordinary dryad
After Anna Saunders
not like fancy Eurydice with her sun god father
keep things simple I say I don’t have her dilemmas
full moon in new
dark rising to light
skin and bark together
woodbine up hazel shoots
in loving arms under the boughs
I lie all night in this secluded wood
ok I do a bit of foraging now and then wild garlic mostly
but I’m rooted here will never leave these woods
Jane Spray lives in the Forest of Dean. She attempts to live harmlessly, if not in complete harmony with her surroundings, including her family. Her recent cave and nature themed collection is Cave Whale (Alba Publishing). www.janespray.net/writing
Chrissie Gittins
When you’ve used one handle to open the door,
use the other handle to close it.
Morgan Harlow
She hadn’t lost a child but if she had she imagined it would be like that.
Antony Owen and Martin Figura on Remembrance Day
Let fathers bind their sons
to altars, so the wind
might winnow the chaff.
Stephen C. Curro
calm river
again, his fishing line
caught on a tree
James Norcliffe
Sarsaparilla Road
travels through swamps
and reeds, over a black
water creek and a narrow bridge
David Hanlon
Not in that parking lot,
not in that residential area,
not in that blue car
splashed with mud.
Mana Misaghi
we make sure to pack a deck of cards for the train, or a sunday afternoon visit to the park. the cards will give our hands something tangible to do . . .
Taḋg Paul
An algorithm guides me through the keys
Each stanza nested in a formal loop
Mat Riches
Hey kid, this won’t mean that much to you yet,
but I didn’t taste my first proper curry
till at least twenty-one . . .