My Mother Lies Here Copyright Â© Owen Robin Davies 2011
My mother lies here, high up in the downs.
Just on the down side of up she rests,
in woods, amongst ransome and wild chives.
Exit, Left Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
His face had not been in her mirror
for three months now but still his shadow
dogged the house, appearing at her side
Writersʼ Might Copyright © Rob Lock 2011
History is written by the winners,
the losers always come out sinners -
so itʼs said, but I say unto ye:
Perspective Copyright © Jen Overett 2011
Passing moments or a lifetime?
I see less difference now,
And thereʼs a peace to learning, as we should,
Description of a room Copyright © Sally Gardner 2011
Lithe liquid shadows dance on antique white,
gold flecked geckos kiss above the door.
Victorian chairs aware of feminine curves,
Ordination Copyright Â© Jen Overett 2011
As on all summer Sundays
I wore a pale cotton frock
Iron-crisp as rice paper,