The Source
The Source, HT23, Week 5
Featuring poetry from Nicole Gibbons and Charlotte Lai.
Sonnet for Foxe by Anna Cowan and Ruth Port
Dear Foxe I sing a song of love to you,
Whose shell shines like the...
Plenmeller House
Under the covers, inside the walls,The wind shuffles in from the West,Rabbits potter in...
A Drink by Edward McLaren
I rise from my screen and enter the horizontal darkness above its frame, itself...
Sonnet for Foxe by Anna Cowan and Ruth Port
Dear Foxe I sing a song of love to you,
Whose shell shines like the half compass of heaven,
My beloved Foxe, take this to be...
Plenmeller House
Under the covers, inside the walls,The wind shuffles in from the West,Rabbits potter in the grass,And the pheasants lay down to rest.
This is the...
A Drink by Edward McLaren
I rise from my screen and enter the horizontal darkness above its frame, itself over the river I do not see. Why is it...
Once Long Ago
In Once Long Ago, Jenny Robinson invites us to listen to the “dead tales of old gods long gone” struggling to find their place...
Lord Reginald Moreton of Oxfordshire
Poet's Note: "One of my favourite things to do whenever I visit new areas with my friends is to come up with ridiculous "histories"...
Dresse me my harpe
The speaker in Anna Cowan’s poem herself undertakes a myth-making activity in playing her harp. “It is time”, she declares, as she unshackles the...
Silent Spring
"The river near the house welcomes my anger. A ray of drowned sunlight charges the water with colour. I ritually trace my childhood steps"
The Demolished School
"Spending years of loneliness
sitting on that toilet seat, a haven
from slow lunch times with no friends, I knew the peeling paint
as if it were my own palm, cream cracking, exposing
the avocado green of the seventies."
As the smoke burns down to my fingers
To blink a bloodshot world away
And drink in rough, and burn, and heat
Until she comes to kiss the dark.
“Everywhere else, death is an end. Death comes, and they draw the curtains –”
Death comes, and they draw the curtains – Not in Spain. In Spain they open them.