The Timelessness of Stone

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Thanks to the poets whose poems piled in after last month’s KPAI — keep them coming.  This has enabled me to produce another instalment in the middle of a rushed and busy month — what’s new, poets? And you relax and question, draw pebbles, write sestinas, make collages, wonder about the triumph of evil (Moriarty), and concentrate on the timelessness of stone. Thanks to Morelle Smith, Maggie Mackay, Stephen Mead, David Whippman and Joan Lennon.

To contribute, send previously published poems (published at least three years ago) to which you hold the copyright, by email to sally evans 35 at gmail dot com.

You may send your own images, otherwise I will find suitable copyright-free illustrations, which I quite enjoy doing.  Sometimes it is a challenge. Morelle Smith and Joan Lennon sent their own illustrations for their poems, as well as the collages from Stephen Mead.

I should add that…

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Tainted with Love by Ananya S Guha

I am not a silent poet

Whither the dead
ha’ penny thoughts
the tortoise and the hare
run, in this impending fun
..
Brown soldiers black
black, brown
their shirts are shrivelled
into guns they hold
..
Terrorists come and go
the common man might
know, who the soldier
who the terrorist
the police arrive to gun
both
it is mayhem
and the gaping wound
that tells all the sorrow.
..
At crack of dawn
a son is born
father murdered
mother prepares
three coffins
for father, son and
mother.
..
I say my prayers quietly
what do soldiers want?
where is the brave war
and what are suicide squads?
the rose buds faint in red
tulips open into gaping wound
my praying beads are tainted
with love.

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The Prole Laureate Poetry Competition 2018 is now open for entries

The Poetry Shed

The Prole Laureate Poetry Competition, 2018

Prize

Winner: £200, Publication in Prole 25 in April 2018.

Publication on the Prole website

2 x runner up prizes of £50, publication in Prole 25.

Publication on the Prole website

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All entries will be read by judge, Kate Garrett whose latest pamphlet You’ve never seen a doomsday like it, was released by Indigo Dreams Publishing in July 2017, and her next pamphlet, Losing interest in the sound of petrichor, will be published by The Black Light Engine Room Press in early 2018. She is currently writing the sequel to Deadly, Delicate, as well as her first full collection of history and horror poems.

Time scale

Entries from August 1st 2017 to January 31st 2018.

Winners will be announced in issue 25 of Prole in April 2018 and on our website by April 20th 2018.

All work must be the original work…

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Sunrise on Midsummer Morning – David Calcutt

Beautiful evocation of summer

Sunrise on Midsummer Morning
 
A full moon falling, the sky lit
with last night’s charred and crumbling embers

across the field, thin spills of misty light

visiting spirits haunt the hedges
or try a cry in the canal’s bandaged ear

dung reeks and steams, a horse’s hoof strikes home

and out of the trees the great bird rises
wings spread and beating the sky into flame

and the great egg of the world is hatched

with an outflung shout and tumble of voices
many and many, song of all songs.

*

Later on oak’s shoulder
an owl puts on a mask of light

and the big mothers with their babies
stand among thistles and stare.

David Calcutt is a playwright, poet and novelist. He is the author of four novels and three collections of poetry. His plays have appeared in the theatre and on BBC radio. He lives in…

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celestial fox

Gretchen Del Rio's Art Blog

watercolor 6/2017

In Japanese mythology, a fox who lives long enough and gains a great deal of knowledge will reach an enlightened state, the Eastern sense of the ‘fox spirit’. 

I was exploring the spirit of the fox via google and discovered this song in which fox is presented as a kitsune or fox who is trying to reach heaven in the form of a shooting star. 

“To you my beloved to the land that lies beyond. Soaring through the heavens, she is moved to tears. I will fly out, I will dance in the night sky at the moment when this body disappears.”

So that’s what a shooting star is……. the Celestial Fox flying through the night sky.

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