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Tag Archives: poem
Rabbit Stew by Robin Marchal
Rabbit Stew. Slightly pink and slightly white Tender to taste, in texture light, I’m moved to the greens of our Uni acres Where bunny white tails, pert creators, Scurry right and left and straight ahead To their burrows and safety … Continue reading
Time-bomb by Emily Townsend
Look – it’s me again Churning the barrels of time like an ancient clockwork mouse Dickory, Cinderella, Midnight’s fresh air bounds me to a staple, a house A glass slipper shimmering in a Dorset window, Fitting only one perfect in … Continue reading
The Saint by Ngoyan Anne Cheung
From my ancient grave I rise. My era has long ago passed. I wander with a pair of widened eyes, Trying to look for sites of the past. There stands nothing but edifices of stone. Not a flashing shadow of … Continue reading
Eradication by Amal Audeh
The crowd is broken ashes of time Where sits A wordless feeling of mechanical insignificance It weeps forms of uninterested nakedness Of voices among minus realities And an overflow Of the pale possibility of echoes Of exhausted questions They roll … Continue reading
Mr C…My mum’s friend by Osi Obomighie
“Good afternoon Mr C. I know you are mummy’s friend I want you to stop taking her to the hospital Because mummy keeps telling me you take her there Please can you take her somewhere else? Like the amusement park … Continue reading