Monday, 26 August 2013

A poem by Martin Malone


POOR TOM

Took me three hours or so to notice,
then the tinkle of bells on his Xmas cap
gave him away; as he shifted his weight
and stretched out under the duvet.

I suppose I ought to have been grateful
that he’d not marked out his territory.
Too idle – is my guess – to get off his arse
and spray into each corner of the room.

It was the fool’s gold of his eyes
I saw first; peering out from under
as I torched the bedspace to see.
Impassive for the most part but whicked

with downfall all the same: that sense
of the heath, that chill in his bones. 




Born in 1963 in West Hartlepool, Martin Malone now lives in Warwickshire. A winner of the 2011 Straid Poetry Award and the 2012 Mirehouse Prize , his first full collection - The Waiting Hillside- is published by Templar Poetry. Currently studying for a Ph.D in poetry at Sheffield University, he edits The Interpreter's House poetry journal.

Friday, 9 August 2013

A poem by James Harris

Sparks in the Dark

Sparks in the dark: yours, mine
in this vessel swaddled
lovers collide
“once you've got your eye in
there's someone home”
tearfrosted window: a bloom, diffuse, barely aglow
but-
(quickbreathin eyeswide bitelip fistclenched)
-but there
a swimming nexus, singing forth, forming, growing
out from a singularity
the spark has taken; the dark has broken
definite defiant but vague: glorious paradox

not even our pounding hearts combined keep pace 
with this fuzzy little fizzing racing pulse
and our minds combined won't yet fully comprehend


the something from the nothing at the start of it all




James Harris is 29 years old, from Shropshire. Married, father to be. By trade he is a conservator of museum objects, working (from September) for the Pitt Rivers Museum in Oxford. "I am a creative scatterbrain - painter, illustrator, photographer and musician. I was all of those things before I was a writer, but now writing has a hold of me and seems to offer more consistency and greater satisfaction. The guitar is gathering dust but the ink is flowing.

Long may it!"