Today’s choice

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Iris Anne Lewis

 

 

 

A moonless night when lanterns are shuttered

The track leads through thickets, threaded with eyes.
Elusive scraps of dreams, they gleam, flicker out.

Long dead stars pierce the canopy
with pinpricks of white, cold and exact.

I stumble through woods, the path
thick with leafmould, my footsteps muffled.

Something unseen scuttles in the undergrowth.
A harsh bark, owls’ wings brush the air.

Night retreats, dawn flushes the sky. The sun
splashes through trees, braids dark with light.

Leaves cast dancing shade on the path. I walk on,
the woods lit green and singing.

 

 

 

Iris Anne Lewis is widely published. Featured in Black Bough Poetry and Poetry Wales she has won or been placed in many competitions. Her first collection Amber is available from Amazon or contact her on @irisannelewis.bskysocial or X @irisannelewis.

Ben

When she said ‘could’, it was clearly in italics
and when she said ‘one day’, the creak of glaciers
shuddered around its edges.

Dragana Lazici

the days are long but the years are short.
seconds are tiny kitchen knives in my back.
i stopped reading Dickinson, her voice is a sad parrot.

Abigail Ottley

Faces, unless they come swimming up close. are a blur of piggy-pink and ice-
cream. In the street, she doesn’t know, cannot be certain when to smile, when to
look away

Emma Simon

No-one has seen a ghost while breast-feeding
despite the unearthly hours, the half-light

mad sing-song routines of rocking a child
back to sleep.