Hunting Cranes at Lakenheath Fen Copyright © Richard J Whiting 2011

The first crane we saw
Was a grey heron;
Masked, comic-book hero

Dreamer Copyright © Jen Overett 2011

Last night, I dreamt us young again, then woke
to yet another working day. I saw the soft flesh
of our hands, your one-was-wavy hair, such youthful

The Dealer Copyright © Jen Overett 2011

The cup we watched him throw
(that he could not recall)
was the final straw,

The Nationʼs Favourite Poems Copyright © R J Whiting 2011

Reprinted in ‛97, (eleven times)
Eleven times! And you threw me on the grass;
Nice tarpaulin though, green, mud-veneered

Finding Focus Copyright © R J Whiting

Tomorrow, theyʼd promised
To head for the coast…

Coins dropped in metallic rhyme.

Don't Miss Me Copyright © Colin Whyles 2011

Don't miss me when I die; use me well.
A square metre of skin will tan
to make a fetching leather hat,

Taking Tea Copyright © Richard J Whiting 2011

Do you know how easy this is?
Making tea, tea and coffee?
Entertaining ten;

Sonata In A Minor Key Copyright © Florence Cox 2011

The wind is playing a dirge
in the stands of pine
and stubborn darkness covers

Sad Mother Copyright © Florence Cox 2011

The grey winter light creeps into the room
and I am still as an evening fog,
fused with my baby

War, Illustrated Copyright © Richard Whiting 2011

He holds his photographs;
They tremble in an uncertain grip;
The face of an aged youth;