Today’s choice
Previous poems
Tim Dwyer
Unexpectedly
My neighbour
opens her window
for fresh salty air
Along the lough
the first ferry in daylight
skims silently by
A strange bird
with brilliant markings
soars by my window—
I imagine a miracle
that carries illness away.
Tim Dwyer’s debut collection, Accepting The Call (templarpoetry.com), has won the Straid Collection Award. His Japanese form and longer poetry appears in Irish, UK and international journals and anthologies. Originally from Brooklyn, NY, he now lives in Bangor, Northern Ireland.
Susan J. Atkinson
I tell you my heart is breaking
but the heart has four chambers
and is not shaped like a heart at all
Peter Daniels
No, no one is who they think they are,
nor what we think they are, either:
the demon inside is thinking it
and you can’t tell him.
Paul Stephenson
Like one of those horses
on the carousel
going round and round in circles
sliding up and down a pole
Rob A. Mackenzie
Everything is moving. I have to remind myself
it’s a flat canvas and behind it a wall that’s solid
as I am.
Melanie Branton
A vixen or a reason. A
rave. No air, no sex, nor
Charlotte Oliver
On a bench outside Next,
a punctured woman
traces circles in the air with
a pale finger
Peter Devonald
He is bitterest regrets,
dark chocolate, olives and kale,
The Telegraph and Magritte’s
pipe, the treachery of images.
Anne Ryland
Restless two-hundred-year-old village elder,
a ragged playground of words, or is it weeds –
fragments of chant to slaps of skipping rope.
Colin Dardis
I have never climbed a tree,
never broken a bone
and will never walk on water.