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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.
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Dilys Wyndham Thomas
we walk through the exhibition hall lost
amongst water-logged bones, a sunk haul lost
Ruth Lexton
It is late at night and the kettle is boiling,
a quire of steam fanning out in the white kitchen
you are holding me as if I were your girl again
Stewart Carswell
It’s the house at the end.
White paint flakes off the front gate,
wood rots beneath.
Chris Kinsey
Hey cat, you’re doing really well,
three fields stalked and only one to go.
Holly Magill
. . .you’re swallowed whole
into this cocoon: pine-scent, antibac and the dry
whoosh of his heater – lean your careworn bones into
synthetic leather snug, . . .
Dave Simmons
My sky is a hole from which the bucket drops.
Like all heretics, I am put to work processing stones.
Paul Fenn
To impress you, I became
a seven-year-old son of Sparta.
A little hard man, crayon
marching down the page.
Ruth Aylett
God had been playing computer games
for a chunk of eternity when he became aware
he’d left creation in the oven for a long time