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The Wizard was Late by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] I’m told to search the tabloid press,to find my stars, auspicious time,most opportune to take a step,make stretch for stride, the leap of faith,to steal a march on dawning fate. My winding path’s not predestined -decisions, left or...

In Gold by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] The frame and feed, like mine, unseen,your bone and blood set good or bad -I have faith that they operate,progress, synapse, direction led.But what the spirit, undergrowth,that prompts, lays pathway followed, guide,genetics, yes, but more than that,your early...

Haystacks with needle by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] Even now I take a stand -partly, eyes need resting space -I will not watch the advert claims;too busy putting kettle on.And yet comes conversation lineson razzamatazz, questions raised -my weary answer, time again,‘I didn’t see’, ‘I didn’t...

The Metaphor by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] It’s sharing of the burdenacross the parallels,not simile suggestedbut likeness as our choice.It’s symbolism inbredif you but recognise,invested with its valuesbut clothed in partner art.The matter in another,more echo, shadowland,our stuff that’s one with global,same earthly parentage.It means...

Proud by Stephen Kingsnorth

[tabby title="Poem"] I am the nail, braces for belt,that extra pin, secure the lid,not fully beaten, hammer face -in fact I stand aloft from planeof cedarwood, patina-grain.I am too proud for clean sweep wipe,and caught by duster’s fabric hem,I now...