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Three Drops from a Cauldron

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zeus by Anne Mild

24 Wednesday Feb 2016

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zeus

you rolled into my life like
late-summer thunder
tossing my hair
and breaking my limbs

shocking me with the suddenness
of your smile

i wanted only to cut a lemon,
squeeze its sourness on
the ragged-cut edges of the leaves
to keep the world from turning brown.

but tomorrow kept stealing moments from us
and you were gone
just as sudden as you came

leaving only the rising scent
of blacktop after a heavy rain
and me,

wishing you would have been here
for my spring.


Anne Mild is a twenty-something student with too many notebooks and not enough quiet. She likes alpacas, her pug, and space. In her spare time she works towards earning a graduate degree in History and making the perfect soup.

Fitch by Maggie Mackay

31 Sunday Jan 2016

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childhood, eerie, haunting, loss, love, Maggie Mackay, poem, poetry, shapeshifting, stories

Fitch

In my midnight I unhook the dust-framed painting,
a childhood spook, a haunting, a fur mask,
and suddenly there’s a polecat,
her coat a silkscreen print, soft as her starlit complexion,
the dark patches blotted. She is our solitary hunter.
From the gloam of a sand dune, out of oils,
she slouches. Musk charges the room.

She is my mother, returned to seek out
her ghost husband, reclaiming him,
he, who was always leafing in libraries.
She drags him by the scruff of his neck,
flicking her tail in the scramble over rockery and log pile.

By dawn she is back in the kitchen,
wielding an iron, as a wife might, pressing office shirts.
I rise to the taste of the polecat’s low mewling to her mate.


Maggie Mackay, a Scot with wanderlust, a love of jazz and a good malt, has been published in All Write Then’s anthology Still Me…(www.pewter-rose-press.com), was the winner of the Writers’ Circle Anthology Award 2014, and has work in various publications, Open Mouse, Ink, Sweat and Tears, Bare Fiction, The Interpreter’s House ,Obsessed with Pipework and The Lake with work forthcoming in The Screech Owl. She is at Manchester Metropolitan University taking an MA in Poetry, and is a co-editor of Word Bohemia (www.wordbohemia.co.uk)

From the Wreckage of Wishes, Dreams and Fairy Tales by Joanne Key

01 Sunday Nov 2015

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From the Wreckage of Wishes, Dreams and Fairy Tales

Here we preserve the subjects
in a thin solution of the very same morning
light that failed to break their fall.
This is the room for those flyers
who ventured out in their underwear -
the ones who did not wake
before they hit the floor. Salvaged
from the wreckage, please note sections
of this dream spattered in a style
similar to that of Jackson Pollock -
our main selection: The Chase,
Handsome Prince, Happy Ever After, Monsters.
Further back, you may appreciate the collage
in fragments of dark thoughts and corpses.
Note, in this display, the erratic cracks
through the girl’s ribs and sternum,
the last arrow of its kind shot through the heart.
Note also - the work of the conservator:
elaborate silk stitches, the tiny propeller,
the iridescent wings. Observe
the reconstruction of another scene:
a shimmering bowl of a love story
cracked open with the mirage in its shine:
place settings at the table for two,
blood-spattered wine, the ash of a thousand
smouldering roses. Here, in the style
of a butterfly, we recovered the casing
of a broken girl, the blackbirds that tried
to enter through her fractures - we counted
four and twenty in all - and in the background,
the princess dresses, the red shoes,
shorn off golden hair: everything she left behind,
and never came back for.

 

Joanne Key lives in Cheshire where she writes poetry and short fiction. She won 2nd prize in the 2014 National Poetry Competition and has previously been shortlisted for Poetry for Performance, The Bridport Prize, Mslexia Poetry Competition and The Plough Poetry Prize. Her poems have appeared both on line and in print. Completely in love with poetry, she writes every day and her work is often inspired by elements of fairytale and folklore.

To the Grimm Grandmother by Natalie Easton

03 Friday Apr 2015

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death, fairytales, family, Grimm, loss, Natalie Easton, poem, poetry

Natalie Easton is somewhere in Connecticut, reading a book of poetry by Sharon Olds or Mark Doty. She battles depression and anxiety, attempting daily to out-metaphor both illnesses. Her work has appeared in such publications as Rust + Moth, Foundling Review, andtinywords.

 

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