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Five New Poems by Julith Jedamus
Standing by road and railway,
you flaunt your modesty, wave
dirty handkerchiefs at bankers
and brides -
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New poetry by Andrew Forster
Up the beach a sandstone wall, crumbling
to pinkish powder, is reclaimed by tide
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Eight West Dorset Church Porches by Alison Bunning and Virginia Astley
Stepping between diagonal buttresses
they climb the lichened steps
below the swallows’ nests and crenellations
to the shrine of St Wite. -
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New poems by Graham Mort
There are the red cattle, woken
from a cave painting, daubed
with red clay into an old religion -
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Happy the Man by Gareth Evans
Happy the man who hears no birds above the clamour of his false words
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Red Lady by Baz Nichols
with arms outstretched
the ochre dressings of bones
decline in wave-cut arches -
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Dear White West Country People by Louisa Adjoa Parker
We’ve watched the same cattle, heads bent to the grass
Stood by the same sea, that sheet of blue glass -
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You Came To Me by Autumn Richardson
I feel you as a current
as dark, as sinuous, as
a cormorant slipping through
the belly of the sea -
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Saltwater Zodiac (for Edith Rimmington) by Alex Woodcock
And on Bexhill Beach where the veil, Of each day is ice cream and shingle, I am still making work,Though it is late and I am not who I was.
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Ancient Hollow Grief by Kerri ní Dochartaigh
All is not lost. There is still time. We are still here, and we must remember that it is in the day to day living that we must change things…
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Interchange by John Wedgwood Clarke
She squeezes the stone in her hand. Light ripples along traffic cones.
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Places of Poetry: Oval Time by Zaffar Kunial
The O of their open mouths watching a last innings. A last Test. Of not knowing how many summers you’ll have left.
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