Today’s choice
Previous poems
Diane Webster
Revenge
Squirrels dream of a cougar,
a cougar given permission
to crouch like an assassin
awaiting its prey, its target;
a cougar concealed
in the squirrel tree.
Squirrels scowl, chitter
at the woman who once fed
them corn and bread
until she met him,
him who paces beside her,
his arm around her shoulder,
her arm around his waist.
A couple made to sicken squirrels
until midnight revenge twitches
dreams as the cougar leaps…
Today the woman walks alone
noticing squirrels spiralling the tree
as if rejoicing in the sun’s rising,
wondering if she has an ear of corn.
Diane Webster‘s work has appeared in North Dakota Quarterly, New English Review, Studio One and other literary magazines. She had micro-chaps published by Origami Poetry Press in 2022, 2023, 2024 and 2025. Diane was a featured writer in Macrame Literary Journal and WestWard Quarterly. Her website is: www.dianewebster.com
A W Earl
Doors
My parents’ house became a place of closed white doors,
where sound hung spare and echoes found no junk
or clutter to rest themselves upon.
Finola Scott
Winter dusk soughs in, dark
clouds threaten, tangle her wool.
Huw Gwynn-Jones
Black is the colour inside black light on
blackened brick and slats
Clare Morris
Necessity, that scold’s bridle, held her humble and mean,
So that she no longer spoke, just looked –
Her world reduced to a search for special offers . . .
Alison Jones
Mrs Norris had thought ascension
would be whirligig rides in bright violet rays,
as the training books all implied.
Sandra Noel
The tide unpleats from her godet,
zig-zags in running stitch
round the base of the côtil.
Matthew Caley
supposedly: if I am to render
‘a man’ then
this ‘man’ must I guess resemble me‹›
Jenny Robb
The nun in charge of the children is thin, her back straight as punishment.
Ken Evans
You try doing star-jumps, steps,
or squats, in knee-high wellies.