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The Ramsbury Elm by Peter Marren
The village of Ramsbury, where I live, is best known for a natural landmark: a tree. It stands, or rather it stood, where four roads meet, in the exact centre of the…
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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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Ring of Downs: Extracts by Maryanne Grant Traylen
Dog imprisons the thing, clamping it into his quivering, jaunty jaw…
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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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Places of Poetry: a northerly aspect by Kayo Chingonyi
…here where the landscape is a long conversation …
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Time and Place by Alexandra Harris – an extract
In medieval almanacs the year was often represented on a dial, with the months arranged around the edge.
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Wild Horses by James Roberts
Our relationship with the wild, and with what’s left of the wild inside us, is at a critical stage.
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Places of Poetry: A Night Jar by Jack Underwood
I wanted to look inside the eye of that bird. I had heard its message, become obsessed.
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Ivy bees by Philip Strange
…the air seems to be suffused with a liquid energy.
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Protected: Lissen Every Thing Back by Kathleen Jamie
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New poetry by Sharon Phillips
sacred to the memory slab of gritstone dark with summer drizzle
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GAVDIVM: new work by Seán Lysaght
Our hearts are pitched forward Into the foreknown Because we cannot stay forever And soon must spiral away
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