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Matt Bryden

 

 

 

Lightly a god, if he wishes, can save a man, even from far off 

Now a blanket is spread, offerings
of chutney and shin bones, 

a taper held to the fire
that heats the tar beneath our boats.
 
A phial of bathwater discolours on a shelf,
unemptied since the day she was taken.

A pigeon in the role of catastrophist at the feast.
And Tiresias there, blindly 

reading auguries of birds 
from the mishmash of their sounds. 

 

Matt Bryden is a teacher and father living in Devon. His most recent publication is The Glassblower’s House (2023, Live Canon). He is Royal Literary Fellow at the University of Plymouth www.mattbrydenpoetry.co.uk

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.

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 . . .